I can't believe this has happened.

[deathtoheroism]

the rush is starting to dimmer slowly
and we all want back what can never be real
again the clouds have swallowed up
princes of the written letter hands
so we dig up the most significant meanings
just to feel some ghostly presence
the lightning is beaming across our
chalky faces that we try to blink out of sight
still the overdued payment is being delayed
for the twisted bellies that spit back up
the finalized marker of a trouble youth
and I'm sorry for not saying the things
he somehow found all the answers for
now the clocks are not ticking or moving
forward through the big golden gates
I'm sorry for never chasing away the demons
that kept me feeling uncapable of your
tears that I now bathe in
sleep sweetly and rest your almond eyes
and I promise.