The Mark

Here is where it starts
In a mirror scrawled and scarred
By a highway bathroom stall
It's late
You can set upon the stars
But a year before you'd start
Your aching sides revealed
Your fate

And I'm hearing how you led
But I'm faltering beside the tread
My wheels are worn my blood
On the drain
A gift and a hex
Both are given with intent
But this is just something they
Failed to chain

And the fear in your heart
Was over by the morning
The coffee keeps the curse at bay
But the mark it made was sick
It came without warning
You've been handed down your debt to pay

I can feel it start to drift
Beyond my heavy lids
So I let the wind in as Kidsmoke plays
And we who bear the mark
Will be driving through the dark
Beneath a moon that won't return our gaze

And the fear in your heart
Was over by the morning
The coffee keeps the curse at bay
But the mark it made was sick
It'll surely be returning
You've been handed down your debt to pay