Lingering Embers of an Abandoned Campsite
I'm drawing the sun on an empty ceiling
But I still bring the clouds in my own way
You wanted a goddamn college essay
But there was nothing else to say
She's the tortured soul in all of us
Stare with sympathy until your eyes begin to rust
Carve a smile into unsuspecting jaws
For drops of solidarity that we'll take as a flood
No one had to say I was too hard to love
But a look of disappointment would still reflect a glimpse of recollection
And I contemplate your abnegation
When the only thing you’ve ever worshiped
Was a fantasy bible in an elysium manifestation
I've been romanticizing the exit strategy as it masquerades around me
Shred my patience like a picture of you in a past existence
As I frown and stand there with my tail between my legs
My atoms searching violently for the words that escape me
(I guess it really was a prison sentence)
Cross your fingers like I meant something to you
While I try to amend this
My pulse will search unwaveringly for the beauty that escapes me
(I guess it really was a prison sentence)
I have so much to lose and such little time
I have bravery wrapped around my neck and self worth ready to tie the knot;
Closer than our fate ever was
Oh I “not,” just in other ways
But I still hear you crackling from the fire behind my eyelids
But I'm done being burned
So my back is forced to turn
And please don't haunt me if you die from this
I've had bigger “calm before the storm”s than a town before an apocalypse
I have integrity loading the bullets and s-to-give ready to pull the trigger
And you just defaulted to collateral damage
You can read my description but proceed with caution
My confidence is my favorite blade and I'm ready to sharpen
Who else is gonna hold your hand as you walk through fiery coals
That you keep lighting?
I’ve been romanticizing the struggle more than I'm intending
A crime of passion but it was just too little too late
Your dripping rose petals off your knife
but it's already surpassed the flood gates
Every new strike of the hour hand sends a chill up my spine
I have so much to lose and such little time
Am I shouting now or am I just talking?
Are you worried about my decay now that the flies are swarming?
Are they still your lies if I’m the one harboring?
Am I shouting now or am I just talking?
I’m recovered from my restoration;
Your dependance is just now starting
A writer picturing a painter sketching a drawer painting a blank
Should I also turn my back when abandonment sinks its teeth in you?
It’s taking every drop and turning them into floods
And you should have known, Dracula’s running the blood bank
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