Where we stand is just ashes in the river.
Virgin carbon, rather.
Pure again.
Clean, clean as the dying day.
Backlight the trees in flame.
When it was smothered away
To the vulgarity that’s always sane.
for the heartless thoughtful
The beauty of the dragons wings
the detonation of my love
flicks shrapnel into everything
where we are is just ashes in the river
the shores where music never played
our dreams extinguished in the water
because you hid yourself for me
refusing to let me see.
disfiguring the possibilities
giving way to the suffocation
crushing the subtle delicacies
in the acid of degradation
where the thoughts burn, bright as stars
battlegrounds appointing empty synergy
searing hot embers splash from the scars
as thunder still gallops, through the misery
where we are is just ashes in the river
the shores where music never played
our dreams extinguished in the water
because you hid yourself for me
refusing to let me see.
played poorly, diligent and dutiful
abreast of corruption, your words could not make
the pollution glows as beautiful
and yet, everything, so fake
steal from the warden
free what lies within
release me from this dungeon
so that I may soar again
you’ll stay on your side of the border
because I am casting the flame
to become purified in fire
as you won’t be riding with me again
where we are is just ashes in the river
the shores where music never played
our dreams extinguished in the water
because you hid yourself for me
refusing to let me see.
No comments:
Post a Comment