The Visitor

Partnered books

with empty pages

alone at a table for two

Another full moon tonight

and I'm bathing in its light

I don't need more

than what I give

Just want to be with those

who know secrets, or else alone

The course of crash and burn

made for club melancholie

playing in name of the fool.

Lose thyself in a well of temptation

In apuddle of love.

As I sip from the grounds of

mental alienation

Don't take more

than what I give

Just want to be with those

who know secrets, or else alone