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