Written by Adam M. Snow
Oh woe I gaze into the deep,
as I, myself from restless sleep
stirred awake from pattering rain -
upon the frosted window pane.
But what, oh what with great concern,
cast a fright I did not yearn.
The shadows span across the floor,
shivers my soul ever-so-more.
I hear the ticking of my clock,
every second ticks it's tock.
Moving forward past the hour,
here I lay scoff and lour.
But what, oh what aroused my sleep,
stirred awake so I can reap?
All my nights left to ponder,
a faceless town left to squander.
A town I once laid my heart,
if not for a day torn apart.
Had she loved without a cost,
I would not have been lost.
But that day she stole the best of me,
as she downright cast me to the sea.
A greed she was from the start,
yet all she wanted was my heart.
Yet why am I left to wonder,
a feeling as if I'm left asunder;
alone, partaking of this wine,
where my memories soon decline?
Each swig of wine I take,
I regret that I'm awake.
I let the memories of her decline,
as I take from my glass of wine.
Things that fear the dawn of the morrow -
Alas! I drowned my sorrow.
Her voice that kept me from my sleep;
I cast aside into the deep.
Alas! My soul to her untwine,
as I take from my glass of wine,
the sweet nectar upon my lips,
as the rain upon my window drips.
I take and take of my wine,
taking back the time of mine.
Reality came and struck me fast,
unkempt, disreputable, vast -
What I thought I left inside the deep,
not the shrew yet still I reap.
I drank myself into the deep,
when I should've gone back to sleep.