The Ruins In Which We Lay

There was a time You thought about nothing And nothing to you was everything When torment was a substance abused by the brain You realized people would always tussle and complain Realistically we continue to be a figment of the same And when life became a product subdued by absence You deflowered and asked May I have a little bit of your absinthe And when the world wouldn’t seem to let you out Silence was you because you thought about you were saying Before the words left your mouth When cancer comes as a form of love Your lungs give a last warming shrug These are your opening scenes from above When Carolina’s Only decency Is to provoke a crush When life calls And you love her so That you refuse to hush You show her Your decent sides As well as your musk Because roses are red It doesn’t mean violets are naturally blue So silly how we fall victim to what we do The premonitions of a man who dared to dream Reach out with wine and fables To put bread on his table