Pitch Black Cold

In the nineties, you were a pharaoh still
A snake wrapped on your arm
You were ancient, though you’d been resting up
There was a fire in your heart
And everyone that you ever loved
Was standing by your side
They were holding you up into the light
There were embers in your eyes
And now
Breathing in the smoke
Standing in the cloud
It’s pitch black cold
Could it ever have been like we thought it was?
How would we be able to tell?
We were injured in our former lives
No one in this one could help
We were tricked into your anecdotes
A poet in your time
You were lost among your roses
And the smoke plumes in the sky
And now
Breathing in the smoke
Standing in the cloud
It’s pitch black cold
Breathing in the smoke
Standing in your cloud
It’s pitch black cold now
Breathing in the smoke
Standing in your cloud
It’s pitch black cold now