I stand an actor
Staged amidst graves and memories
Playing the part of failure
A flawless performance
Beyond reproach and without blemish
A role so second skin tailored
It tickled my palette
When still the honey womb
Coursed through me

Aimlessly directed
By feverish, desperate gods
Insane like rabid hounds

And the play
Through which I stagger
Has a Greek tragedy's bitter end
Bond side to every act
A death in every scene

Heart of Kin bleeds hard
Showering red disapproval
Across my lifeless stage

Audience of such ill manner
Easily tint my grand finale
With bold disgrace
And blunt remarks

But I play my heart unhindered
Spite all earths' scorn
An icon of stoicism
And confidence

Wallowing blind, mute
And ever so spellbound
In the riddling pulses
Spewing forth
From the orchestral grave

So then
Here we dance
A miserable ensemble
Pretending to matter
In our respective worlds

My sweet beloved
Reality is sadly So very relative
Much like truth
A matter of perception
And quite subjective

Do not for the world
Let go now

Oh heart kissed one
Childlike preserver
I'll wither
And be no more
If your hand doubts
The warmth it protects

I hat which reignites
All my acres
Of yesterdays dead flowers

No play nor act
Would then besiege me
Never could I fail
In your burning light