Save Me

I could see my breath when you walked away
Painted my fingertips blue
Followed a tear ridden trail to a handkerchief
Hoping it would lead to you
The silence knows your pattern
Even when you try to hide
Behind your cloak of laughter
It’s coming straight for you
Save me
Save me from the cycle
Save me
Save me from your silent pattern
Save me
From the descent
The door handle branded your name into my hand
I didn’t really notice for
The light kissed its destructive mist onto the bed
I was captivated by your
Ability to move on; you shot me with your finger gun
Each bullet made from the years we spent
Engraved with your twisted reflection
Save me
Save me from the cycle
Save me
Save me from your silent pattern
Save me
From your twisted reflection
My memories are painted on the ceiling
I try to wash them off
But my imagination holds me down
Is that responsibility’s mark?
Darlin' you’ve surely sealed me in my sound!