Under the weight of a sleepless night, when all is silent And all is dark, with no god to serve as suspect or scapegoat, I murmur murderous curses for a world that revels in its capacity to be brutal. The cruelest among us eat best, the sharpest teeth pull the most meat from the bone. The ghosts of moonlit lanes know my name. I've stalked Them all before. Idle in stolen moments, hiding from the worlds hungry Claws In a blue moons full moon, in the splendor and rush Beset by regret, let love gather dust The savagery of revelry has left me pulled apart Calling upon the siren songs to haunt a hardened heart All the pretty sutures, bleeding fleeting futures Through the curse and the mercy of wanderlust stupors It all comes crashing down, like the heavens, like the waves The muses have only proven that all beauty fades Upon a bed of roses, upon a bed of nails I've lost all of my loved ones to graves and betrayals It seems to be, on nights like these, we've made a hell of earth, the very damnation we deserve. This is when we sit beside the graves we've dug.