I Know It Well

A vague, yet familiar scent Slips quietly underneath my window pain As I sleep Dusting off the passions that just about remain Remnants, glistening Fall prey to the dripping light of a new morn Cue the velvet moan of the night What a harrowing sight to behold As dear security of old Dissolves under one's hand With no plan In a desolate land A man is left to stand On his own I know it well Masquerade the pain Behind kind and gentle eyes Still, a dawning fog descends Struggling to find the line between Reality and the impending fear of The make believe I recall the distinct call Of that demon I've met so many times before A handshake so familiar and warm He wanders in like a friend When you're in need Turns into a silent killer in the dark He doesn't guess He doesn't ask He has no time to explain Why he brings with him this shame In heavy burdens I know it well But I know of a sacred shrine Where the golden sun will shine And drape the light like a honey veil Over all the evils that dim down and pale An oasis in the hells of my days Where I always want to stay Where I'm warm Where I'm safe A man free to quarrel with his mind