How I Wish Having Skeletons in My Closet Was Still Just a Figure of Speech

from by LOTUS



You made the silence toll louder than your knell
Marking the descent into your personal hell
With black sleep, fever dreams and the nightmares woken up
And when the Winter crept in, it poisoned your blood

With thunder and lightning raging under your skin
Your lips didn’t once part for what your eyes were glinting
With a quick drop and a sudden stop, you hung more than your head
To claim the perpetual cold of your Christian bed

I never shed a tear for the flesh and the bones
Of that unknown man in my father’s clothes
And now I hurt for a pain that bites and stings
Instead of this chronic grief that slowly sinks in

“I sometimes hold it half a sin
To put in words the grief I feel
For words, like Nature, half reveal
And half conceal the Soul within”

I build pyres to your wake and cover my face in the soot
And, like a Fury, I will keep biting back until I spit up the blood that you bled into me
When I go into the Night, it won’t be silent

There should be intensity in tragedy, but I don’t feel at all
And this sapphire blue doesn’t conceal a hostile calm
Because people say we’re alike, but you proved them wrong
I was never a man for Russian courage


from The Road To Calvary, released December 9, 2017


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