I set myself
In black, in white
In blood, in ink
In blots, my life
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I set myself
In black, in white
In blood, in ink
In blots, my life
These rusted wheels
My spinning heels
My one, two, three
All Faustian deals
What’s found and lost
I’ve kept and tossed
This tempest girl
And a thousand thoughts
My tongue is tired
yet still the words swirl
around things left unsaid
under papers and pearls
When rooms are small
and brimming with noise,
I feel it pressing in.
Filling my lungs
and stealing my poise,
the smiles stain my skin.
I knew you’d smile
I knew you’d laugh
I knew I’d lose
my heart in half
I walked my ways
through happy days
No troubles knew
Till I met you