I miss the burning of my flesh. Content in simple earthly pleasures Meaning only in breath you censor. Walk amongst the blessed, Digress into false posture to a**ume role of coal-walker. I seek my lost muse... What must she feel right this instant? Does my name even bring about vague distant memories? Blurry bloodshot eyes scan a familiar candle lit room I am consumed by these questions all too often upon my sad weary tongue. Perhaps she will visit me Here again someday Only to find I am not the one she remembers If she even remembers. Black smoke rises to a heaven i do not know. Slowly gaze to take in our sorrow. Why question a life only borrowed? I am surprised by my lack of resolve. I thought I could be pure. I thought I could endure winding lonesome road which still lies ahead. I sit with hands upon chin in disbelief Grieve the pa**ing of my content. I breath contempt for my surroundings. Without consent grasp the hand of what man might be pa**ing. Do you hold the book housing answers? Straight faced with laughter Only comprehends my plight after. Son I must have burnt that chapter. I only want to recapture what was once mine. Nothing is yours. Shall I be lured upon same crossroads as Robert Johnson? Only if you believe in myth. Black smoke rises to a heaven i do not know. Slowly gaze to take in our sorrow. Why question a life only borrowed? I miss that burning of your flesh. I thought you once to be pure How could we endure simple earthly pleasures when your own soul you censor? I lost all truth as I tread that winding road What I feel eternal is the bliss of my quiet grief. I am but a distant memory. The candle of thought long has been extinguished. No man has no answer. Let me rest this sad weary tongue. My only true possession. Black smoke rises to a heaven i do not know. Slowly gaze to take in our sorrow. Why question a life only borrowed?