You are the double tongue
Are you the silent son?
Are you the only one
Enjoying this deceit?
And in the olden ways
A starstruck mist of haze
A glance of mostly blinded sheen
Only death knows where we've been
Who I've done and which I've known
Never seeing you alone
Always knowing you were cold
Drain me now that I am old
Cradle me now that I am weak
Precious rape that I can seek
And in your dreams I've made my home;
Hopeful bruise to call my own