distant voices {w.blue_angel}

Another meal is served, & I force it down. it'll do,  
I guess. but I long for the country fried chicken on  
Sundays after services, & the woman who served it  
to me, then kissed me gentle on the cheek.  
 
Meekly, I flip the hourglass and helplessly watch the sands  
of time slip through the narrow path design. He has left me  
here to figure out life's vague, vicious riddles and all those sins  
just taunt and drag their dirty little hands across my skin.  
 
I figured I'd always be with her in that little white  
house, wake up with her to a sunny dawn each day.  
but sometimes a man strays from the heavenly path,  
and if you do your sins, you got your penance to pay.  
 
The silence of this house is deafening today  
driving me further into the dark corners of madness.  
His voice still methodically dances through my mind with  
all those shattering little lies that I choose to harbor.  
 
Looking out my prison bars tonight, I see that big cream pie  
moon. she watches it too, & I can touch her like there is no  
space between us. sweet memories flood, & so do the tears.  
but it don't matter..that moon & I ain't goin' nowhere.  
 
And so in faith, I remain in wait, keeping the home fires ablaze with  
my torn dreams and tattered gown, I'll smile and play the clown. As I  
watch a burned out star lose it's place in the sky tonight, I swallow  
my pride, and bite into my pain knowing to him this heart is forever chained.