Blood On Her Gown - Argyle Goolsby

That time was crystalline.

Was polished and refined

Inside our house the windows gently opened wide

Spirited curtains danced a waltz, and whipped he breeze

But now I wake and there is no one here but me.

And this…

Blood on her gown.

I have tried so hard to draw the horror out

I’ve tried.

Oh I’ve tried.

But the crimson stains are loyal and devout

Your last words they shut me out with mocking pride

So I cut the lock of your heart to come inside

Be it knife or song, don’t doubt me wrong

My hands will feel the warmth that once was inside my little gushing bride

Blood on her gown.

Oh this night is ruined.

I have torn it down

Oh I’ve tried.

Lord, I’ve tried to dissolve the horror deep into a drown

Your last words they shut me out with mocking pride

So I cut the lock of your heart to come inside

Be it knife or song, don’t doubt me wrong

My hands will feel the warmth that once was inside my little gushing bride

For once the sound of sparrows sealed the empty space

For once a human form brought something else than rage

For once my teeth did not draw blood so they could smile

For once my hands did hold instead of lashing out

But you took it all away.

Yeah, you took it all away

Blood on her gown.

I have tried so hard to draw the horror out

Oh I’ve tired and I’ve tried to engender restoration of the white

But as night proceeds her solvent rain it’s so clear to me

This stain can never be, this stain will never be washed away