Damnatio Memoriae

Well, it's just the fault of circumstance

The game of youth, the threat of chance

And I can't seem to find another way

To justify my loss of words

But some day, they say I'll be cured

But be assured I'll always be this way

And we all suffer guilt and shame

In the frame of skin and bones

Little one, you're not alone

I think it's time you stepped out of the shade

But who among your chosen ones?

Am I to be so bold to the one who can't be told?

No, don't believe a single thing I say

But I recall that night right well

You stood the streets while darkness fell

Said you could tell I had something to say

Well I tried to leave, but you said no

That eventually we all must go

So we search the town to find out why we stay

But now the day's are growing thin

And the leaves litter the streets

And the fog infests my sheets

And we're each too scared to even greet the day

And all those resolutions unfulfilled, I'll soon repeat

Can't escape my own deceit

Oh I do intend to meet myself someday

It sickens me to see you now

With your pursed lips and your purchased crowd

Spouting out self-evidence as proof

But you are virtue, you are why

Mothers weep and young men die

For just the sight of the pyrite of your tombs

But what shames me the most

My dear, is the hate you left behind

In the shadows of my mind

And the cold outlines,

Where once you used to lay

So I'll pour out this potting glass

And attempt to wash my hands

Of what your memory demands

No, I never planned for things to end this way