Rift

Last night, in the moments my thoughts were adrift

And coasting a terrace, approaching a rift

Through which I could spy several glimpses beneath

Of the darkness the light from above could not reach

I spied wings of reason, herself taking flight

And upon yonder precipice saw her alight

And glared back at me one last look of dismay

As if she were the last one she thought I'd betray

So much better I said to myself

And drawing quite close to the top of the shelf

I struggled with destiny upon the ledge

And gasped when defeated he slipped off the edge

And silence contagious in moments like these

Consumed me and strengthened my will to appease

The passion that sparked me one terrible night

And shocked and persuaded my soul to ignite

So much better I said to myself

And drawing quite close to the top of the shelf

I struggled with destiny upon the ledge

And gasped when defeated he slipped off the edge

And silence contagious in moments like these

Consume me and strengthen my will to appease

The passion that sparked me one terrible night

(And shocked and persuaded my soul to ignite)

The passion that sparked me one terrible night

(And shocked and persuaded my soul to ignite)

The passion that sparked me one terrible night

(And shocked and persuaded my soul to ignite)

The passion that sparked me one terrible night

(And shocked and persuaded my soul to ignite)

The passion that sparked me one terrible night

(And shocked and persuaded my soul to ignite)