I don't play

I don’t play for pleasure,
now my baby’s gone.
I still see her dancing
in the shadow of a twilight sun

I just play for anger,
like the ray of a darkened moon.
The taste of poison on my lips
served with a silver spoon

I know I can’t play forever,
just for a while.
Lips entwine with midnight mime
and a certain smile.

I’d like to play the strings,
of a golden heart.
so close together
when so far apart.

I won’t play for nothing,
until the end is known.
The end has no beginning
until the beginning has grown.

I won’t play the game,
if I’m holding the loosing hand.
The weight is slung around my neck
heavier than a grain of sand.

As it’s slipping,
And it’s sliding,
Into the sea.

And I’m slipping,
And I’m sliding,
Mercy me.