Time, clearly, has driven out the demons
you've been exorcised righteously
bathed in the virgin water that sanctified and clarified and, yeah, completely satisfied.
Those baptismal currents flowed deep through my purpose -
I could not move forward until it was upheld
And now your winged bastards are laughing from the sidelines at my idiocy and falsehood.
Was I really that hard to read?
Paper tongue mindlessly spewing
burnt offerings of kind sentiments.
Jovial nostalgia, I couldn't let THAT go.
No, I knew the whole time
the game was mine to play
but you followed too closely
listened too well
and all of a sudden
the dice are missing,
the banker is corrupt and the bank is going bankrupt
and I've lost nearly all the pieces of plastic, houses and cards
and scissors and cardboard can only go so far
and our wooden foundation has rotted through to the core
what for?
... there is no where else to go from here...
darling...cheers.
