The Player - Jordan Reyne

You lit a candle in the hope the heat would fill the void

The hope that light would find some substance in the dark

Where all those shaking fading walls should hold your safely balanced words

Should reflect a smile whose warmth disguises the abyss

Belies a traitors twisted bloodied tongue

And it says

And you will feed us little deaths that serve to mark our fading,

fleeting hearts

Until we breathe, and nothing more, until we shine like mirrored glass

Reflect your artifice and art

Curse you.

Curse you

And what is given falls away with speed akin to fading light

You shine so pale, approaching night

I give a smile, a smile you might just recognise

A mirror, guise, a worn disguise

My open arms, my lovers lies

My open mouth, my empty eyes

Curse you.

Curse you