Coherence

Boil

Tell me man with bruises on his hands,
do you sleep at night?

Or do you stare at the sky?
When it's far too late to change your fate?

Lamenting your past,
and frustrating over your present?

Regretting everything that has led you to this moment,
resenting all that's gone wrong?

But you have no regret,
you have no resentment.

We've been around this argument in circles.
And we're still here at this standstill.

So with your red gun at my chest,
kill me with your sweet sweet vengeance.

Tear me apart with your rage,
make me a victim of your disgrace.

It's okay,
I'm not afraid.

We've played this game already.
I'm betting stakes on an unavoidable outcome.

So please don't stand above me as I cool in autumn air.
Please do not shed a single tear.

I hold no wish for your pity,
no wish for your sudden rue.

You can pay me your repentance by not forgetting my name.
Keeping it engraved in your tongue.

To take it with you every time you stare at the sky,
counting stars with faces that make you feel shame.

To remember me as someone you will remember with a compulsion of repent.
Too afraid to speak your mind.

To whisper to pastors,
to pray to gods you don't believe in.

I blame you for my untimely death,
but I do not regret antagonizing your rampage.

I may seethe in my grave,
but do not mistake my frustration for absolute damnation.

I understand why I'm here.
I have accepted my fate.

And though I may boil in a ghostly rage,
Mistake me not for an obsessive wraith.