Provenance Deadened
I know that it is dark, love
I know that it's hard to push ahead
You might seem faint now but I know you'll shine with
full force one day
It's not as if I've killed you
It's not as if you've died
I might have fed you cancer but nothing you can't hide!
I wish for progress
I wish for growth, for you to prosper and show some
backbone
With you a circlet
Wish you a throne, for you to strengthen, stand on your
own
I know I brought the plague, love
O know that I chose side
I'd make amends but it would cost too much merely for
the ride
Poor excuse, although a fact
You knew from the start it was all an act
I haven't always lacked concern
A simple choice to have it burned
But a door that leads to nowhere, a gun without a cause
A letter lacking address or like anger without pause...
I find you distancing yourself
I find you mean, a cutting sharp infection, so
hopelessly unclean!
She stares with dead eyes, quitened, insane
Her cancer's clear though, time and time again
I need some help here
She's lost control, a raving black disease inside her
soul
Her tongue is spiteful but means no ill
It's this wretched cancer that slowly kills...
