Soul Splinters

The Empty Tomb

July 13, 2019

At the well of souls, vomiting so it's replenished

Forced to sell my goals, sacrificial lamb that's blemished

Choking on the fairy tails, you're a hornets' nest I'm poking

Battle courage barely fails, I'm forced to sell my saddle

Take a lusty bow, tell me how, Ford's Theater left me out

Good Friday skipped my turn, EverClear my path to drown

If men were angels, everyone would hate our path

Create our sane hells, black out drinking grapes of wrath

Sure I bet the fall is steep, river's violence held by dams

Forced to be a lost sheep from the silence of these lambs

You say carry on, only confession can get you to stay

Gave my heart the death blow, I croaked out Et tu, Brute?

Let my sins leak out, muffled shout, slam the windows to my soul

This tomb was empty all along, but my corpse will make it whole

As your tender parting gift, wrote graffiti on the walls

Hacked away a starting rift, all while hoping the roof falls

Tore my stately temple down, sold the scraps for treasure praised

Forget your dear gentle frown, in three days it won't be raised

Two roads diverged in your single life, it drove you mad to dance

Upon the grave of Danny Boy whenever you had the chance

Stone silence met your curse graciously, I let that lone word sound

I've been daily dying patiently, and at last you're homeward bound