Past-curfew suburbia used to be my teenage years kingdom,
City nights were the unknown forest of hidden treasures.
Neon lights the fairy fires leading the way,
Numbness of mind was the quest that kept us on the road of self destruction.

And we long ago buried the honour of our knighthood.

Coming of age is a time when your expectations are higher than your self awareness.
But does the ear splitting need ever pass?
Or are we in a constant malaise of travelling up the hourglass.

it's a calm summer night
the clouds parted like a main drape
the scene set


here I am waiting
I've wanted it all to turn out fine


but the stars never seem to be falling for me
maybe it's because
everything else seems to be falling around me



here I am,
screaming, kicking, throwing stones upwards
hoping they will shine when falling back down



but the show takes place on this side of the drape tonight

This is my abdication:

I vow to not love you anymore than you ever loved me
I resign from the comfort of your arms
I leave your secrets under lock
I abstain from being caged

I vow to not read the thoughts displayed in the folds of your crowmarks
I resign from being called at 2am
I leave the position of last resort
I abstain from fooling myself

I vow to erase the constellations of your freckles from the night sky
I resign from squeezing your hand
I leave my happiness to me
I abstain from getting hurt

I vow to forget the patterns of your tattoos
I resign from being burned by your lips
I leave your anger to yourself
I abstain from missing you

Signed,
Free of heart