silence is my slow disease

was that supposed to be a compliment?

the master now, of retrospect, I wish to give my explanation
but silence is my slow disease, and ever my damnation. 
why did you play at make believe, when our paths first inter-crossed?  
do I bear a chain around my neck, my own white albatross? 
i'm running through the darkness and cannot find the way
the wind is howling bitterly, and we're caught up in the frey
... i do not have a game to play, i never mastered slight of hand... 
but, somehow, you seem to think that this is what I planned