The Reflection

It was real, walking amongst the trees

Unseen, but I saw it true

Darkness exiled like the Greeks

Because I was holding hands with you

Coffee to keep me up too late

The law to put me back to sleep

Your call, your voice to draw me out

And I'm submerged again, too deep

Things I think and do not say

While sitting, holding on your gaze

You don't know me, though I know you

And yet, you'll always still amaze

Buried beneath the suit facade

The empty bottles, the tattooed paint

The violence behind the mirror

Was a killer, now a saint

Wrapped in my arms, on the couch

TV flickers in the dark

Your lips mouthing words

My hand on your heart

Yet underneath the civilized

The polished diction, the fading paint

Lonesome darkness, awake past midnight

Was a killer, now a saint

And though this dark had never touched you

In every moment, remember what has been

Second chance at my redemption

To feel your hands against my skin