I held in vain
The hope that you'd change
And stop making me feel
Like I'm doing something wrong
In future, will, tended to how it ends, etched into the slate
Ground straight through our skin from birth, what we choose to replicate
Pointless as a new endeavor, still, another sick debate
Debased all sense of decency, enough to incriminate
Hopeless days
Keep passing by
Complete and vacant
Yet I still try
Arguably, far too jaded for this measure of reality
Wrested from our nestled coffins, directly into sleep
Fleeting things, though labeled clearly, time will never tell
Entrancing, some formality, a sliver of repetition is
But I stayed
The same
For all this time
In the hopes
You'd see me off
Still, crawling to the overture, slight against the weak
Long, death still operates, each future growing bleak
Shrouded heart of all uncertainty, for myths, voluminous
Captive, my apotheosis, in a metric of release
At the end
I still respect
The autonomy, I can see you smile
So go ahead
I won't keep you waiting
Mood
