The end of an era
A life ill-lived
A story well told
The role to be passed
To the next lowest class
Just as the legends foretold

I feel sorry
For whatever you became each night
As your face grew lazy
And your words became hazy
I want to cry
For who had to wake up
In a bed that was made by somebody else
As the fight exhausted us both
Your body distorted
A trembling voice asking questions
To hear rehearsed answers again

“God, can you hear me?”
Such a childish plea.
“But God I’m your child, what did you expect to see”
Born unto demons, a demon you’ll be.

Grief lingers like a friend in the doorway, unable to say goodnight. So now I’m in a diner at 2 a.m., the coffee is getting cold
For the sake of conversations I had long ago.

I was the blossom on the vine, warmed by the sun. Awaiting my fruiting.
I was the grapes smashed beneath your feet. Left alone in the dark, waiting.
While time ate away at me, while forgotten, I became desired.
I am the wine in your cup.
Dark and drying, your senses dulling.
Creating a world unknown to you.
Drink slowly, can you truly handle the poison you created?

Hail Mary, full of grace
Wipe the tears from this ***** face
A sick hallucination, born of desperation
Begging for comfort from an unloving mother
Eager to please, a living disease
Holy Mary, ask God to have mercy on me.

The stains won't go away
Scour your palms til they bleed
The bone shows through
As you dream to be born anew