The Plague

I spent many a night laying on my back
Waiting for the dawn to pierce a crack in the ceiling
Hanging from the sky
And I envied the boy who grabbed the toy
And ran away and found the joy
While I stood in the shadows wondering why
Flying towards me, wrapped in laughter
A woman's face, a terrible taste
Of the morning after kisses and goodbyes
I can never seem to catch my footsteps
Have desires they fly away
And every day I've got to fight the Plague

How can I live an hour like this
When anguish strikes me like a fist
My nakedness exposed, and I can't stand
Still I try to remember lips on lips
And hits on the hips, and ice and fire
And gloom and glow
When did they leave the man
In the river of the night I see
A face that shimmers down at me
But like a falling star burns itself out
Like a lead leaf scrapes the gravelled ground
My voice cries out, a gravelled sound
But no-one's there to hear me but the Plague

Straining hard to see
Running after me
I keep pounding
Pounding on the door
But it's all so vague
When you meet the Plague
And I keep coming, I keep coming back for more