Ides Of Winter In Absentia
Corrupted all the bitter things we say.
Tossed it all with discontent, I never see the point sometimes.
A passing thought, fades before we wake.
Between the cracks a world collapsed where the ghosts of time just tick away.
I couldn’t find the hate to even care.
In a wonderland of fallen sand and burning stars that cast no light.
I corrode.
The things I own.
Stacked up like stones.
And then they fall.
With poisoned fruit, I’ve always lived this way.
In time I know I’ll never learn but that’s the end result sometimes.
Contemplating things that can’t be changed.
I’d trade it all, but not for this, some things in life just shouldn’t be missed.
I corrode.
The things I own.
Stacked up like stones.
And then they…
Wilt like roses, hearse door closes, life-long venoms up their doses.
Tearing through sleep-borrowed time for the shadows gain is a loss of mine.
Giving, taking, pure lovemaking, a thousand shards of your heart breaking.
Vacancy in this dispute, as a feather grenade rips apart my youth.
Don’t talk to me, I’m not quite well, with your daggered words I’ve pierced myself.
Lost flesh upon these thorns I bleed, ‘cause I’m not the one you chose for me.
I corrode.
The things I own.
Stacked up like stones.
And then they fall.
