Delicate, desolate
I’m undeserving of any of it
Scared of happiness
We shy away
Rejecting bounties as the anguish purveys
No not again
The truth has shackled you down
Prevented you from the mend

To see there’s nothing
To save what is dead
Looking through the pane
And nothing connects

A charitable love, and a lifetime of spite
A coward in hiding, a dog without the bite
The sufferer of self, and all that it brings
The moments you wept, and the mercy it brings
Spigot of truth runs
But my mouth is dry
Years of the inevitable
To see i’m cast aside
Looking through the pane, nothing can connect
It takes the final bite
The force that breaks the neck
Cold dead eyes
And everything they take

Swimming against the fire
With my insides filled full of gasoline

To see there’s nothing
To save what is dead
Looking through the pane
And nothing connects
The words of yesterday
The weight of tomorrow
Forever burning paths
Hiding from sorrow

I’ve had enough this time
I’ve had enough of drowning