It is January my love
The cold of the floor pulls my old bones down
Into the darkness
Where love no longer exists for me
Am lady Rimbaud, remember?
My season in hell began like any other January day
Waking to a world where love no longer is the driving force
Deciding the floor tells more truth
Than any mans arms it is January my love
Yours remain the only arms I ever trusted.
The veil is thin tonight and the monsters howl for my soul
So hold me baby hold me
I’ll be there so soon
I feel your fingerprints rough against my cords
And I ache