Babylon Hath Fallen
Greed left a trail of crumbs for you to follow
Don't ask why you can't put your hands on me
I am the deepest, darkest part of the ocean floor
That we've established is too dangerous to explore
You’ve managed to be a victim but i'm still so ing angry
when you told me everything, my heart simultaneously shattered
But through the cracks, leaked a heaping pile of hot vengeance that I have yet to acknowledge
Because you haven't either
Crashing like a stock market, a party that hasn't even started
You're the biggest and darkest half of the ocean we've left uncharted
Too dangerous to explore and just not worth it
I breathe your lies like cigarettes
I live for the painful disappointment in my lungs but I enjoy it
And that's why I'm here and you're there
Sometimes I imagine running into you on the street
The stop signs seem extra reflective when I reflect on those dreams
Sometimes I imagine climbing your shutters like a rock wall
But I already scale suspended ladders hanging over hellscapes
Pretending I don't see the fall
So much leaking vengeance from my vanquished heart
Leaning into melodies I feel are fighting for me
I can cling onto them instead of you
I relapse into the way my ear buds scream
So I don't have to
I left my heart in a locked jar with a key
You wouldn't open it up to see a note begging “remember me”
You know why you can’t put your hands on me
Greed left you a trail to follow
And so you found a way to leave me more demoralized than incentivised
Recreating such taste like the oracle of Apollo
We’ve been at sixes and sevens all year long
Beckoning sins to sedate you with a shot at heaven
You’re blurred lines of bigotry were just hush money
That can’t buy me happiness, but it can be a catalyst
Just board yourself within the squares of the dwellings you claim to long for
Lifelessly laying, more shambolic
Than the clusters of my unused love notes I find in old pockets
Swim into the riptide of my leaking hot vengeance
It’s not bad, it’s morally ambiguous
Am I a fool for confiding in you?
For confiding in this?
It’s not discrimination, we’re asymmetrically ambiguous
Copyright © Matthew Bailey | Year Posted 2024
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