"HOLY WATER"

She gave me her name and I took it ignoring the blame, of past pleasurable sins where I could've slipped your skin.

Artificial dance sparked from lights that strike the floor, I sit here alone surrounded by poeple I'de rather not care to know.

Theres only this that holds my thoughts, a conversation of sorts that showered me when I was in drought.
Clinging to every drop as if it mattered, for what she gave to me is holy water.

Thinking faster as of now, an imagery of stones walked upon in a past so far now gone.

Wishing for a true dance that might strike, so I sit here alone, all I do is remember, then I'll just turn and go.

Theres only this that holds my thoughts...