Down The Mountainside, Pt. 1

Coming up the staircase A face I know Graceful otherness Takes my place to save face Shields me from the shame Holds up my head and sprains my back Moves me forth and upwards Take away the shivers Cut me off Shield me from these stains of filth Take away the things I feel Keep me dry Hide me till no one's there A firm hand shake A smirk to kill A work done well to back it up I wonder, could he see me? They say that you can feel A tremor as your senses don't match The presence of the other Take away the shivers Cut me off Shield me from these stains of filth Take away the things I feel Keep me dry Hide me till no one's there In between the Acts I play As my senses set in A feeling creeps up - reminding me I pull through but I am stuck within The static ache, this clattering That I alone hear Amplified by obscurity Only dims when you're near Resting All within Feeling the pulse change Never Hold Not even Breathing Or Feeling Cold Longing for crying Bursting Out