Black Smoke Rises - Dälek

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 assume 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 passing of my content

I breath contempt for my surroundings

Without consent grasp the hand of what man might be passing

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?