Bled for truth in subtle honesty
Hope the day's sacrifice will mean
Then end of this crazed tidal dream
For you know of what I speak
The cute candor of nothing more
Will be the downfall of what you implore
Drift aloft through midnight hopes
Another helping of roses to forget
Watch the petals fall past your regret
Posed in eloquent and harmonious prose
I mean for the guise to be it all
Where the days will garner the fall
Watch the scabs and scars fall away
The clarity that escapes the day
See the blade fall upon your head
For after this, it will be dead
In circumstance and in time
The wine will flow and the words rhyme
Hazy dreams matter not in frame
The death of something far more lame
The hope that guards the fantasy within
The night that counters thoughtful sin
To play with the words is to dance
And to dream of happenings and change
Remember how the days came together
With buzzing electric skies and tremors
I stood in awe as the sparks began to fade
For I hoped the night would be a darker shade
Where we took the truth that the day dies
In the trunk of a tree where our stories coincide
The remembrance of the singular past will shake
And the realities of love will make your soul quake
To open the truth to the calling of the sirens
For I know not what is means to ever cleanse
The music and song will change the temper hence
In the misdemeanor of what can make no sense
The disappearing guise of nostalgia and fate
For this suspenseful story can only ever berate
A change of heart met with force and blockade
For in the end, I can only ever think of what stayed.