begets
I left me when I left you
I couldn’t tell you what
You were feeling in that
Time before now-
Pills
Booze
Cynicism
Bought on the ideals
Of self induced destruction
Painless separation
Left neither of us
Filing for reparations-
Broken bottles,
Spilled blood-
Lost innocence do you
Remember when I tried
To revive you?
A child pretending to be grown
Grown pretending to be child-
Amalgamation melding broken ideals
Into uncertainty and straight laced
Hypocrisy
A contradiction from your
Every spoken word-
But do they know?
Do you think they can tell?
How do they know,
where one begins
and the other ends,
I’m having trouble rationalizing
Who you are
In spite of our success
And it’s been a
Glowing
Ranting
Raving
Panting
Heaving
Fucking
Largely unsatisfying success
We must come to the terms
Of our separation…
What will it be, deviant of the morningstar’s light?
Will it be eternal inebriation?
Drenched in the pulsing lust
Of instant gratification,
PRESSING
The blade of fate
against the throat
Of each and every moment
Just to see that smile.
It’s been a distant
Look in from the back of the room,
the crowd sensing a growing nervousness
as the anticipation of one final
Delusion sets in.
Delusion begets normalcy
And normalcy begets sneering separation.
I couldn’t tell you what
You were feeling in that
Time before now-
Pills
Booze
Cynicism
Bought on the ideals
Of self induced destruction
Painless separation
Left neither of us
Filing for reparations-
Broken bottles,
Spilled blood-
Lost innocence do you
Remember when I tried
To revive you?
A child pretending to be grown
Grown pretending to be child-
Amalgamation melding broken ideals
Into uncertainty and straight laced
Hypocrisy
A contradiction from your
Every spoken word-
But do they know?
Do you think they can tell?
How do they know,
where one begins
and the other ends,
I’m having trouble rationalizing
Who you are
In spite of our success
And it’s been a
Glowing
Ranting
Raving
Panting
Heaving
Fucking
Largely unsatisfying success
We must come to the terms
Of our separation…
What will it be, deviant of the morningstar’s light?
Will it be eternal inebriation?
Drenched in the pulsing lust
Of instant gratification,
PRESSING
The blade of fate
against the throat
Of each and every moment
Just to see that smile.
It’s been a distant
Look in from the back of the room,
the crowd sensing a growing nervousness
as the anticipation of one final
Delusion sets in.
Delusion begets normalcy
And normalcy begets sneering separation.