Poetry In Putrid Air

I can’t stop the war within you
I will close the door and leave

Cut it off
With a dull blade
Carnivorous open wound
Of a world made

Beyond the constant clatter
Irrelevant
I paint you as I feel
Paint you as I feel you should be

World slowly dying
Like the ash off your cigarette
Two bodies burning
Peeling scrapings off the wall

Thrown into kingdom come
For you thy will be done
Not given sanctuary
Won’t overcome

Truth be told I know the way to find this ending
We’ll both barely survive
Into the fire we’re cast away
The candle’s burning
Let’s leave this all behind

Elysian fields, in shadowing greys
Staggering footsteps, clearing the way
I can't, I won't ever break

Elysian fields, in shadowing ash
Staggering footsteps, clearing the way
I can’t, I won’t ever break

Heeding
Misleading
Feeling the knife run down your back
Heeding
Misleading
Knife run down your back

I just want to go back
To a time when I refused to lie down
And scrape off your color scheme painted on me from the start

Cut it off
With a dull blade
Carnivorous open wound
Of a world made

Beyond the constant clatter
Irrelevant
I paint you as I feel
Paint you as I feel you should be

World slowly dying
Like the ash off your cigarette
Two bodies burning
Peeling scrapings off the wall

Thrown into kingdom come
For you thy will be done
Not given sanctuary
Nowhere to run

I speak the truth straight from a man that once lost both his eyes
Wearing in a mask made up of glass that broke 1,000 times
Licking its wounds wondering how and why this lasts so long
In this underworld, empty veil, poetry in putrid air