Desert Motel #2

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