Today I felt like I had failed you, failed me.

Today I felt like I had failed you, failed me.

It's ok though, things happen the way they do for a reason. People are easily manipulated, and do the things they do. I was always true to my word, and that much gives me the peace of mind that I need.

Still though, I feel like I failed you.

Because I wanted to save you, and it never occured to me that you didn't want to be saved. That you were happy with the needle in your vein. How vain of me to think that I could change your mind.

Still though, I feel like I failed me.

Because I wanted to keep something for myself, that was beyond grasp and beyond understanding. There were moments that we spent that I will never forget, like laying naked in your bed holding one another.

Still though, I feel like I failed.

Because it's not easy to forget you, and as hard as I try, you always come back to haunt my thoughts, when I am reminded of all the addicts I've known, I just don't understand how I didn't see it in your eyes sooner.

Still though...

Cellophane Skin

Curtains drawn,
but it's all the same,
when you look
into a burlesque anyway.

Don't make a sound,
it's time for a round
of my favorite cognac
which we sip so quietly.

With
and without
the thunder of night,
dwindling fright
seeps from their eyes.

Come take a walk through
a new comers door.
See the blazing frame
wrap up what is left
of what once was humane.