To the shed
Lock away faded scars
Sealed away with a weak smile

To the shed
Dark  and humid just like back then
Reminisce in the silent shadows

To the shed
Albums to heavy to lift
Yet to fragile to throw

To the shed
Agonize and weep
Smile and laugh

To the shed
What lunacy lies there?
A tiny yet amazing sanctity

Inside beaten boxes and dust covered duffles
Lie cherished memories and never forgotten friends
In the shed
Are treasures most will never understand

Sweet, tender lullabies
Of glass dreams
And bitter ends

Don't they pull at the strings
To spit in your face
The sadness of reality

Reality
Unlike fairytales
So raw and unapologetic

To heed the false lyrics
Or succumb to bitter truth

Won't you be herded
Why choose to fall into despair
To choose agony over sweet, sweet dreams of aspirations

Burning flesh, does it frighten you?
Nihilistic verses, do they set you aflame?

Tell me
When you sealed your eyes
What was to be the outcome?

When the thread hid the crevices
And the smiles masked the sea
Did you not see the disease spread?

Do not sing in front of the roses
You've failed to pierce the darkness;
You didnt even attempt

When fate seals the deal
And True Love gives the Eternal Kiss
Remember the burning flesh,
The nihilistic verses ,
Remember the stitches,
The disease you ignored

Oh won't you save the dying star
Twinkling weakly
The light begins to fade

Is God displeased?
How is silver less than gold?

A falling angel from the heavens
Is the star meant to be forsaken?
For its inability should it be forgotten?

When at Earth it smashes
Who is to blame?
God?
The Earth for its natural gravity?
Or the failed beacon for falling?

Should the mighty Oak fall
Sound would not sing its demise
Into the abyss would it fall to never be claimed

Such deep powerful roots
Kept within the dark soil
Safe from reality
Hidden from the mystery yet held within the light

Of withered leaves, crumbling branches
What will become of the roots
Will they thrive within ignorance
Should they choose salvation through it

When the tragedy at last gives up
Will all the chains be severed?
Should the roots ever see sunlight
Will they dry up
Will they die off

If the faux oak ever falls
The roots will dissipate
Fooled and ignorant
The light never touched them
Toxins never entered their system
Alas they bid farewell to the mighty Oak