The stage is set
An audience taking their seats
My presence turns to regret
What history repeats
A void in me
Exposed by brittle bones
Patterns set into the marquetry
Of temporary thrones
It was dark beneath the sun
When life became the final breath to candles
Inhaled against the will it takes to count
The decades lost between the razors and their handles
I gave up everything I have ever loved
To chase illusions dressed as life in dreams
To find my soul is slipping through itself
In streams from open wrists and no one seems to care
The stage is set
An audience taking their seats
My presence turns to regret
What history repeats
A void in me
Exposed by brittle bones
Patterns set into the marquetry
Of temporary thrones
I wish that I could hold myself and scream it's not your fault
With a deathbed made of porcelain
The edges of the crimson water flood
If only you would keep me in your arms
As memories turn to ashes in my blood
Epiphanic provenances
Seeping through a dying mind
Relinquishing the nature of
This shadow soon to be defined
As misery
I've left a note to tell you why
This life performed is not the life I know
The gift of living is to love and die
Do you love enough to let me go?
Bury me beneath the earth
The stage is set
An audience taking their seats
My presence turns to regret
What history repeats
A void in me
Exposed by brittle bones
Patterns set into the marquetry
Of temporary thrones