Hold the blades beneath a tongue
Erratic yet precise, profoundly capable
I have no patience for facades, nor tolerance of gods
Who think themselves immune to penance, to karma
I saw everything crumble right before your eyes
Confessing to anguish no one could reverse
Order subsides below the static skies
Confining a body, desperate for the earth
Life should never be finite, structured and designed
This path a procession for a futile wake
I sought to guide you out of lands divine
So carelessly leading demons to the lake
No, I reach up to the sun where the stars used to shine
Are we drawn to the flame though we know it will set us ablaze?
You’ve been drifting through forests, passive as the trees
Submersed in illusions, fashioned through defense
I am the wolf who stalks the shifting breeze
And the ritual hunt, through madness, I commence
You stood silently staring out at the debris
As the monarch of fable, future cast in doubt
Though you were fragile, through the atrophy
The faintest of smiles danced upon your mouth
Now that I know you wanted more
Now that I know, I won’t see you again
No, I reach up to the sun where the stars used to shine
Are we drawn to the flame though we know it will set us ablaze?
You were the constant, the anchor
You were the shadow of her
I saw her life in your smile
This is the path she would choose