Black Stitches

I could fight this wall but it’s cemented with time and as I run up to jump over - it grows. I could hide from this cold but it’s not my design and as I gather a blanket - it snows. I don’t want to face this horizon alone, learning to wander away from your throne. __Black ribbons wind around satin dreams, __black threads tangle around muffled screams, __black strings restrain the tears on my face, __and black stitches hold my blackened heart in place. I thought I was moving but your smile pushed me back and with aching footsteps — I lost. I thought colour had died but it’s still far from black and numbers place blame — my cost. I’d love to forget that you made me your queen, but I guess that I’m still lost somewhere in between. What do I do, how much can I take? Is there any compass that can point me to free? ‘Cause I’m turning blue, trying to fake and it’s back, all this black, consuming me… __Black ribbons unwind from around satin dreams, __black threads untangle from around muffled screams, __black strings let go of the tears on my face, __and black stitches can’t hold my blackened heart in place.