Invitation To a Funeral

Invitation To A Funeral The night cold with it's sharp corners Cutting comfort through my skin With drunken footsteps of a soldier I'm a tourist at your door again My knock is full of empty A vacant echo its reply Consequence provides the answer Circumstance the reason why. Can't mend my bleeding ego. Pieces of me cupped in the hands of my mind Memories dripping through my fingers A painful pleasure suicide Your broken promise castaway upon the waters Now washed up on desolate shores. I've become the company That misery enjoys My imagination without wonder Muffled thunder in broken skies Love is an invitation to a funeral A memorial service where death is eulogized.