Some Black Night

Some black night christian woman, some black night i sit to think of the pain you instilled in my mind. i sit to think of this internal death that i breathe. i sit to think of pebbles of the servant, back on the shores of regret and lost inocence. Of wantings not given, and places left unseen and dreams yet still undid. And i say with pity, i dread that you died some days back without notice. And still there is no peace with me in this hollow place. Some black night christian woman, i will escape your hellish grip. Some black night, the pain will subside. Some black night i forget who i am to become again who I was, and dread the notes that bring me back to sensiblity. And think for a moment, no less than a moment, of a life that never came to fruition. Of a dream, or something less a fleeting thought of that vengeful christian woman some black night short days ago. And the sand, the rocks, the shells they peirce me still, oh wicked hand on this night, some black night. Can you tell me, are the temple gates still open when the milestone is hung from your neck? Have you found peace in death, for i have no peace in life on this night, some black night when your ghost touched my music.