Faith And The Muse

The Trauma Coil

Faith And The Muse


Another night down on the Catherine wheel   Drawn into a corner   
A symphony of resounding shrieks in my head   

I court a sure, sudden death   But give no quarter   
A paper soul tears the heart from the mind   

Searing is the morning, a tenement of lights   Lost inside the attic   
On the floor again with a head full of rain   

Wander with the shadows of shelter and smiles   Bleeding in a stairwell   
Fever-staggered steps and a mouth so dry   

Three liquid words collapse   Blind and chasing sirens   
Five years of night time and a heart made of tin   

Allow your sympathies the length of a table   I recognize no brother   
Lash out at their smiles and walk in through their eyes   

As my knowledge, does the knowing   Split my being from past days   
In decision, in departing   In the severance of old ways   
With precision, in my silence   I perceive the bitter still   
Imposition, these young calling   Withered kisses, or the kill?   

Together we stand   We stand so still   

Indifference, hollow laughter   Bathes the walls of this lost home   
So futile, all attempts   Affectations, long to roam   Ever spinning, vile actress   
Answered blindly to the call   The price, child yet again we sit   And watch our private rome fall   

I am not well   No, not well at all