The effigy collapsed!
It had crumbled for so long,
Can one really be surprised?
Painstakingly and foolishly holding out for hope,
But you dug it out from under.
The years have been unkind,
Yet you have revelled in those moments.
Fuel for your shortcomings,
Which have grown to be so long.
The ichor and ice in your veins and lungs have overflown.
Numbing your flesh and poisoning any touch.
You say you're certain that you shine
But if you should be wrong, you don't really give a fuck.
What sense is there in standing in the flame?
In hopes of escaping the cold.
Only to dive right back out again?
Somewhere in time, you lost sense of self-preservation.
Deciding to proudly march to Hell.
Spring brings hope and new life;
Curdled lies,
Firm hands around the fragile neck of Truth.
You're ravenous wolves.
So when there is nothing more to consume
That will be the end of you.
If nature must run its course
Let it be…
Why should I try and alter the wind?
Believe me.
All sense of nostalgia has been replaced by apathy.
Bones of trees in dead winter harbor more life than the shell of your fading body.
Creak, cough, stumble, and crawl.
You don't realize no matter how you claw,
That the ground will still not accept you.
The weary, that you wear, does not lead to well-deserved rest.
Overcast clouds consume eyes whose color is long forgotten.
Those pits,
Your eyes
Unfilled graves;
Realize that I bring no flowers
No body
To lay at your side.
How you can think that, shows you have have lost sight of the world.
Devil's hound, cease shadowing.
Never, I pray, to be seen by you again.
Hunt another unfortunate prey.
Your baying is too much
And while we once embraced,
It's all I can do to not run away.
Freezing,
Always cold.
Looking for the embrace of your unrequited lover
Desperately inhaling warmth between the smoke of dying embers and fried aluminium.
Withered dream,
Dying echo of the wind,
Forgotten imitation of a fading memory.
This is really goodbye.
I'm burying you with the unforetold promise of a New Year.
