set is done, his smile gleams brighter
then the flash.
Ashes fall from her cigarette;
Base rest on her shoulder
drink gone warm. Gone cold
to his touch, frailty falls from her lips.
Where have you been,
nights gone cold. Warn to his trust,
it’s the down side to him.
Base rest on her shoulder
drink gone warn. Toast gone cold,
the time was nine high, yesterday.
Where have you been,
nights gone cold.
Saint's Muse 