Sorrow

The floor you walk on is smooth
 There is no ground there
 Magic begins with blood
 Outside, there are trees
 With concrete under their roots
 But I have passed the tombs of kings
 I have scoured the seas for miles
 My fingertips opening, accepting my time
 Tomorrow, I will walk the streets
 And steel myself for the familiar.
 Your eyes will not settle, a hunger.
 You'd be happier in your grave.
 When we meet, share stories, you stretch me
 For me, I'm your sorrow
 Calling in your dreams
 For me, I'm your shadow
 Howling in the streets
 For me, I'm your sorrow
 Calling in your dreams
 For me
 For me
 For me
 For me...
 I'm your sorrow
 I'm your sorrow
 For me, I'm your sorrow
 Calling in your dreams