NP: My Weakness - Moby

Pull it a little tighter, almost there.

I can see it again, the same blue river I've always known.

I remember my oath, given in silence and solitude. The blood and water flowed as one, etching their way across the worn landscape.

One more notch.

The sword lay in flickering shadows, its promise of release eternally unanswered. Another breath escaped my lungs as I stared into the oblivion of my soul. Murderer. Judas remembers you in his dreams. Twist the knife as your lips touch her cheek.

The silver looks so pretty in the moonlight.

The gift of myrrh slowly burned to ash, its ghost dancing in the frail candlelight. Would he know you now? Would he even care? The walls are high, the guards many, the victory trivial. Better to let shadows fade.

The sweet rapture returns.

Mine are the hands of a destroyer, not a healer. Death haunts my footsteps, spreading like a cancer in everything I touch. I can never help, can only hurt.

My blissful eyes glittering with the stars, I can't see the river turning black.