Woke up alone on the bathroom floor
Next to the note I wrote the night before
I check my face in the mocking morning light
The Dawn of the Dead
The day after you die
The edge of hell where I woke up
The same motel where we both fell in love
This fallow place no seed can grow upon
Where the sound of my name was your favorite song
This was the last ditch act of faith
And I swear to god there must be some mistake
I served my time
And I deserved to die
My ghost cleared the gates
While the clay stayed behind
I’ve not read these tomes of yours
That book of lore in every bed stand drawer
But I’ve heard your songs
And it sounds like now and then
It’s in places like this sometimes men rise again
So when you’ve lost all self-respect
And when you’ve learned some fates are worse than death
An empty chair to barricade the door
The choice is yours