Guardian

Down a spiral stairway Like a blackout memory You prop up your work Like a figure of straw Keeping your ghosts from the garden But is it red ripe or deadened skin? Spiraling further in Spiraling further in Burn a candle to my skin Turn the handle, let me in I can not be your guardian anymore Burn a candle to my skin Turn the handle, let me in I can not be your medicine anymore, anymore I am a moment in time When your eyes start to wander And your head starts to spin From the simplest task Deciding what you will wear Finding faults in a straight line I have to remember to stop Wringing out the same cloth Burn a candle to my skin Turn the handle, let me in I can not be your guardian anymore Burn a candle to my skin Turn the handle, let me in I can not be your medicine anymore, anymore Burn a candle to my skin Turn the handle, let me in I can not be your guardian anymore Burn a candle to my skin Turn the handle, let me in I can not be your medicine anymore, anymore