Quiana

Doubt hollows out my night, makes me clasp ancient flame, waits for lamps to shine, when am most shot through, you’ll hear me straight, judge not on what to do, life comes beyond design, moments given over to pray, go buy some cheap wine, there are no avenues, I won’t look down again, we all pay our dues, laugh in gentler climes, no one else to blame, part of me is dying, don't need pointy shoes, arrange at Chess to play, guide me away from you, beyond a hold held tight, can't apply a tourniquet, squeeze out all my fright, take me home again.