And Sunday Never Came.

On Monday you stitched the broken bones
The shadowed fear that Karma chose
Monopolize these crimson waves
The doll on the shelf; it's child's play

Starlight crawls through the rips in the blinds
Dixie-cup ridden stairs lead to violet sky
On Tuesday I traced your sun-faded scars
Spit your shadows; night's fury and charm

It's Wednesday when you sang to the stars
On Thursday we seemed a mile apart
Crescent moons sprinkle the heart of your hips
Laugh at God: the lightening missed

You drown standing up, you stumble with grace
The Vanity spilled onto Modesty's lace
Sharpen regret and leave hope's letter
On Friday, I took it (but the guilt tasted better)

You took the train to the end of the ocean
Sent a get-well-card to that "destiny" notion
Sold your soul to the heavens 'cause the devil don't want it
Stole your heart from the devil 'cause the heavens don't got it

Saturday found a shattered bottle of whiskey
And you told the bullet you wished it would kiss me
Your electrical heart beat better pray to the sun
Too bad you choked on the barrel of the gun