Wayne Gough
Feb 3, 20201 min
Distant memories of how it used to be
Dissected dreams of spoken pleasantries
Of faith and fear that hold our darkest dreams
You pay your money, I pay the price
I smell the scent of borders far away
Exotic mysteries cause my mind to sway
Pictures pains a perfect hideaway
You pay your money I pay the price
I only whisper words of residence
That serve to further show my innocence but there is no escaping your brilliance
You pay your money I pay the price
And now the night whispers it’s final breath
A shawl of midnight and a mask of death
A final chapter I must now confess
You pay your money I pay the price