Dust in a stranger’s eyes

Stumbling along the edge
Behold your face!
It belongs to a stranger

Come to me and rest in my arms
We’ll pretend even just for one night
What is lost can never be gained anymore

Forsaken by Angels, addicted to their dust
Cursed by the poison that runs in your veins
Now you can’t deal with the cards you’ve been given
And your wild cards have been played

Between Scylla and Charybdis
She never gave you what you need
But a new dawn rising
In the tiny narrow space between
The needle and the spoon
A frozen tomb under the Moon