Just a Taste on my Skin

I left with just a taste on my skin
and the hours bled under a watchful eye
you sit there ready
watching the hands in the clock tower
each moment passes seconds by days
and the fauna blooms with decay
the salamander lays under the rock
waiting for its eternity
a crystal pulsing with life
glistening in the moonlight
climb hand over hand
to the heights of rock bottom
a memory forgiven and denied
all I can hold is the smoke
even as it slips through my fingers
the burnt wood smells nice this time of day
and the images sweet
I can feel the world collapsing into me
and the wishes to play just another game
as my sunrise sets
I left with just a taste on my skin
and now I wonder if I can ever go back