Your yawns have grown tired
And your footsteps fall softer
With every step you take.
Creeping up to me,
A cat seeking his prey.
Your lips move,
But I’m too frozen to hear
Eyebrows arched, and fingertips ready
(you’re still wishing for what you can’t have)

My jacket is faded
What was new is now gone,
Innocence lost
At a priceless cost,
Yet still you pray.

Friends have left you, and
Your wisdom is gone
It fell down a canyon,
Never to be found.

The pen is molded to my hand
And hell is too good to be true
What meant the most has gone away,
And what you needed most
Has disappeared 

With my head full of meaningless thoughts,

Your power takes over,
At any cost.