Well, I'll be damned!
Is this the time that I admit perverted motives to a crime that I have yet to commit?
May I be justified commiserating or creating all the reasons you're no longer alive
And will I answer my own prayers, or be stuck splitting every hair?
I mean to cast aside the veil!
Swimming through excuses
Clinging to a sharpened ledge
The smell of ozone fills the air
And the baron in the tower, fearing the jury on the stair
Has locked me in his quarters
Tied to this silver chair!
And with no ax to grind -
Struggle to lessen all the needful things I've done
With biting cords still tightening around my heart
The ghost of disbelief will slick the spear of the untrue
Found a taste for all you've given me
Ammo in the chamber of this forced analogy
Fell right in hole I dug for everyone to see
Leave this grave unmarked and bleach my name with apathy
You left me
Every time I put a pen to the page
I'm always silenced by a single question
“How can I do you justice with this written word?”
And it's not for a lack of wanting;
It is the nature of a boundless love
I will do right by you