Salt And Syncope

By my bedside you broke the back

And laid out i realized that

Great a love does not a remedy lack

A pale excuse to pawn the pact

I cried afraid i'd forget them

Too many haunting days

Of what i've loved and lost here

I'm trying to memorize the face.

3 years ago i sought great love

A hunger artist who craved the show

But when he said "i have had enough"

I swore to not let the curtain close

So to the front row i went

With nothing but a glutton's gift

And i tried to convince you dear:

Undo what you've undone!

You will never know to what depths

This back and forth fell hopeless

But in the end it's the want you'll see

Scaling the need, fleeing the scene.

Darling revealed a grave weapon.

Salt on the back of any slug

Could turn a bad taste on any tongue

Into some appetizing smut

When my pulse does race

Blood will drain from my face

To think of swallowing down

Anymore double-edged swords

I will never know to what depths

This tried and true pushed solace to madness

But in between is where i'm damned to be

Scaling (chasing) the need, stealing the scene.

(the great deception) s-a-l-t (the begging question)

And s-y-n-c-o-p-e