Ludicra In Fever
The voice has splintered to a rasp
From broken words of waste
It cast forth illusions
Of a life without mistakes
It told the worst tale ever told
And spoke of better days
The truth be told as I grow old
A chronology of decay
A piece of mind unhinged this time
The doors I've left behind
To lie and wait for an escape
Before it is too late
Wander alone through the hours
And the neverending wait
A shadow thrown across a face
A warped forgotten haggard shape
Cast on a heap of wounded birds
Their wings hang broken like these words
Broken shards of life scattered by the wind
Between each myth is a sheltered place
A place of no regret
Sanctum refuge
But you can only stay for so long
Before you stay forever
In fever, in death
A piece of mind unhinged this time
The truth be told as I grow old
And still I wait though it's too late
Wave the short-lived farewell
Return to an unkempt shell
And finally to show your face
