let me apologize in advance for
having to sacrifice you
in the temple of the words
at the crack of the dawn
when the sky will turn so red
you will lie there on the bed
unaware
and you’ll never learn what was true
as nobody ever does
we came searching around for any subtle signs of a chance to break through
and we only sensed the walls
from effect to the cause
no one ever signed for trading their precious time for virtueless interpretation
how could we wish for more
you won’t recall a thing
just the stitches on your chest will make you wonder
i’d slide in past your ribs
why, why weren’t we given other ways around?
It takes just one your glance
(to take down my defence)
to turn the tables back on me
(annihilate what we could be)
to take us back down to the ground
I was slowly disarmed
cornered and pinned to the ground by the sound of air-raid sirens
shockwaves of the silence
it’s an ultimate harm
leaving no traces behind just a taste of lifelong vain
the itchy phantom pain
I won’t apologize
but I can’t help but entice you
into thinking that we’re safe
in the imminence of doom
when the sky will turn so black
you will lie there on the table
in a sack
and you’ll never learn what was true
