Cannot, no longer! upheld truths
carried over the ledge
misplaced during off-season
empty streets, occult hallow sleeves
Landlords throw hands in the air
'it's ours now, for as long as it collides'
a turn off putting, like snow adrift
So to speak, we brush remorse
somebody is dead, so let us dance
to the sickening tune of expectations
It is after all an emergency.

The weak cannot forgive
nor forget, petty absolutions
such is the trauma in rebirth
It has been years now, dreams drowned
Promises; dried up and left behind
Good intentions are after all
A none factor, as the world disappears
mere acessory to the living that could

If I meant any of this
I would cave in and surrender
This turn, wicked be thy jagged crown
To the nearest holy authority, haste
Broken rafts too drift, by chance, ashore
Foreign waters where evil cannot be amended
Foggy blurry vision, before all is lost
Alas, the path is not a line and I still feel crux