Writings At An Indecent Hour
Burning candles everywhere
The full-bodied fragrance of despair
A laughing flower pedals tears
How did we ever end up here?
I sleep through the story and wake at the end
with blank stares and no fair's for dividends
pulling at a welded page
to claw out the words I could never say
before they're buried beneath the sands of time
the weight of the rubble of you and I
if I could mine
4 little letters
our story would so trump Cinderella's
wars have been fought for sillier causes
than stolen dreams and exile marches
so don't tell me to lighten up
or attach that adjective to my plight
cause how can you question the loyalty
of someone who's already died
i didn't ask to have this fight
my cause is only to survive
so throw all your best weaponry
i've got nothing more to lose you see
my faith is gone, what's victory?
when both sides are manned by misery?
i'll gladly savor this defeat
if all that's to win is decency