Burnt Essences [A Story of Stale Love]

Saddened Torchbearer

Woe to the saddened torch bearer.
For his light hath flickered at last.
So the demons in the dark hidden,
Find their Courage. Approach him fast.

Woe to the Limp Breathless Hare.
Under the Circling vulture's stare.
It Tries and Cries to find a shelter Safe.
But baby life isn't that fair.

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Do you hear me lose my Grip?
For I think of you when I start but,
My Words shift on their own.
It's like they make a fool out of me.
For still staying this long.

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It's like, they shift their Course.
Drift Away from your Shores.
I'm lost at Sea And I don't know Baby.
What the fuck is going on.

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So woe to you now, Girl.
I'm choosing my words wisely now.
It's Hide and Seek, And your mind is swift.
So I'm praying you don't find me out.

It's a Secret, Don't you see?
A Haunt of what we could've been.
I need you. And you need me.
So Warn down,
Turn Around.

You're all blurry now,
Come back to me,

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Come back to me, Sooner now,
Before I Lose my Sight.
Though you deem it Alright.
It's what you Need, what you Want.
But to me still it's a Haunt.

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We don't need a Reason.
It's the Right Season for Falling apart.
The Drag, the bags are packed.
Evenings, Dawns to mornings there were..
Warnings if we like it or not.

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And Now that its all over,
Honey, let's raise a glass.

Here's to the future,
To All that we can't Have back.

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But you'll be the truth when I try to confess.
And I'll be that tear at the edge of your dress.
When you're dancing in the dark.
And you'll be these bars when I'm at it again.
And I'll be that pause when you're telling your friends,
How we both were better off.

You'll explain, And hesitate,
And then overthink when the night Is late,
Because at the end of the day, Babe.
Self deception; Leads to Self decay.

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And ill be that forever pause,

When you'll tell yourself how bad I was.
I'll be the teeth when your guilt eats at you.
When you'll tell your friends how we're better off.

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And you'll be my High when the smoke kicks in,
My Whiskey, Cocaine, My Tonic, My Gin.
And I'll be the crack in your voice when the teardrops come,
As you tell your friends how we're dusted and done.

   Woe to the Saddened torch Bearer.
When his light hath flickered at Last,
  When the Demons come like Winds.
          And the blackbird Sings.
   So he throws his arms open Wide,
Gathering up his own Courage inside.
Let the Demons Come, He is not afraid.
Of the memories that have your Face.

•(M.Z)