Marguerite from Lonesome Loon by Faux Fawn

She drew words from my lips
just as poison from a wound
Her voice the fading beacon
of a piano out of tune
Dare I admit, my eyes did find
their way to kinder shapes
As she spun another tale for me
of sooner fuller days

Now sitting to left of me
is a man down on his chips
Who notices I notices him
and offers me a sip
Of the nothing left to lose
of the nothing really gained
When we pour into our demons
to abandon other’s pain

It’s not right
That a love should feel my blight
But I’m weakened, by the creatures
Of the night
And I’ve burned
Every goodness that I’ve earned
Just to prove I’m, not a man
Who fears the light

Let’s sit beside the garden
and pretend the air is sweet
So, captured is the image
of the fairest Marguerite
She promised me her body
but it wouldn’t please my mind
still reared and pulled astray
by something darker by design

It’s not right
That a love should feel my blight
But I’m weakened, by the creatures
Of the night
And I’ve burned
Every goodness that I’ve earned
Just to prove I’m, not a man
Who fears the light
It’s not right

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