Dismissal

And so I stand

Where the memory of grace descends

Where her smile can never reach me

Telling tales of crimson heat

Who am I to blame?

I have never had to walk this lane

Where the flowers always grow

As pale divisions of the trees

From my point of view

I will always be here

Without you

Cruelty, hate and the agonized fate, false tomorrows

And the hand that's not there

And the breeze in her stare

And the souls we once shared

And the meaningless, meaningless prayer

Moments of white disdain

Doses of sweetened pain

I write myself out as I try

To express your ways with ink

Epilogues slip down my spine

I try to embrace all's mine

To regret as your poisonous chest

Stains the well at which we drink

What is left now to hold?

Just the ghost in the fold

Of your hem, just the cold breath of heaven

Behold, I am sate from this glorified hate

And I mold. All in vain incarnations

Something inside me dies each night I'm with you

Narcotic desires to carve the unspeakable truth

A dozen of silver chains

Seventy hours of pain

I tear myself out as I try

To forget all your ways in this chilled lovers' quest

Conclusions slip at my palm

I try to crush all that's mine

To forget, to forget and to never regret

As your poison washes my chest

Engaging myself in forbidden requires

To quiet your pulse in my lines of thin fate

The vigilance cry of the morrow awakes me

The sound of the whispering walls lets me rest

I will never reach for pain

And I will never walk this lane

And I will never be the same with you