Bullet black darkness
Approaches the light
Of the chapel's stained windows
To bring in the night.
Shadowy pews
All smooth, well-worn wood
Where I sat during the hymn
And watched while you stood.
Clasping your cross
Head bowed to your chest
Lips mouthing a prayer
For us both to be blessed.
But you ought to remember
That I don't believe.
I'm already long damned
Your faith I don't need.
The priest stands up front
With Communion in hand
I remain sitting
While all the saints stand.
You drink the wine
You eat the bread
The priest sprinkles water
All over your head.
I light up a smoke
And breathe in the gray
You come back in silence
And kneel down to pray.
Today, the altar is shadowed
The candles are weak
Not much is different,
But today it's blessing I seek.
Your eyes follow me
All blue and gray
I smile quite sincerely
And kneel down to pray.
I pray for good luck.
I pray for bonne chance.
I pray that we'll be together
After this macabre dance.
You kneel next to me
And fold both your hands.
I finish my prayer
And get up and stand.