Soul Splinters

The Last Time

July 22, 2019

21 guns flip off your fallen comrade

My black hole heart could have inspired Conrad

Hear ye, hear ye, me and the story are hanging 

Off a cliff when you left, only my two fists banging

Lucky Prometheus, for he could escape

His torment by confessing, like I tried o'er the cape

You had the sirens on speed dial, but I gave up all hope

My fate was sealed with no trial, I'd hang from that rope

Good Samaritans hauled me in to no use

My shell was scorched and thin, in their laughs I felt abuse

Started chasing cars in the hope that they'd hit me

Icy, racing hearts shatter so the soul can get free

At love's first inception, called it a dream within a dream

You're the only exception, saw my face begin to beam

Heaven sent, you threw yourself between me and my coffin

Ego wrent, at your touch even diamonds could soften

Went from the shadow of death to the valley of kings

Lent me your love for a time, started my tally of stings

We were on different pages, stitching together a story

Like my wounds, felt my heart, but the blood was too gory

Now I wander in the desert, at least this story isn't sappy

I can handle nihilism, but it aches to see you happy

Just self-loathing wins, recall what I've thought and almost done

I'll pay off my sins at the point of Chekhov's Gun