AUGUST



MISTY AND MORTIFIED
AS I GET HARDER TO FEEL
LOSING THE LOST ARK

OF CLOUDED VISION
I CAN BARELY TOUCH REALITY
WE TURN AWAY FROM IT
AND FIND IT AGAIN

SOMETHING YOU CAN’T ESCAPE
NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY

THE SUNS GOING TO SET
YOU’RE GOING TO LOSE YOUR PLACE
AND EVENTUALLY IT’LL BE IMPOSSIBLE

MAYBE THE FOG IS THE ONLY THING
ENABLING ME
OR MAYBE IT’S JUST THE HEADLIGHTS

WANDERING, CURIOUSLY
FOR WHAT’LL BE OF MY LOVE
AFTER THE LIGHT DISSIPATES
AND THE FEELINGS DENIGRATE

AS THEY ROLL BACK
FROM THE FURY OF A LOST SOUL

IT WONT HELP
THE ENDLESSNESS OF BEING LOST FOREVER
THE HOPELESSNESS OF EVER BEING THERE AGAIN
CATCHING EACH MOMENT
SO YOU WONT MISS LIFE

THE PATCHES OF GREEN
IN THE BURNT FIELD
THE ROOTS IN THE DEAD GROVE
THE LEAF ON THE DORMET TREE

A MISILANIOUS, STATISTICAL HOPE
OF A LIFE LOST LONG AGO

A TIMELESS PASSION
FOR RAGE AND HEART BREAK

TO BEAT YOURSELF
UNTIL THERE’S A HIGH
OR AN INTENSE IMMUNITY TO LIFE

IF THE LIGHT SHINES ON HER FOR A SECOND
SHE’LL NOT USE IT WISELY

THE ELEVATION IS HIGH
IT’S UNCHARTED TERRITORY

THAT FEW HAVE CHALLENGED
THE FIRES AND BITS FROM HELL
THAT SPEW FROM IT’S LOWEST POINTS

AND BEFORE MY DEAD EYES
CAST UPON ME

A BLIND LIFE,
A LOST HEART,
AND TAINTED SOUL

I’LL SAY
REALITY IS JUST AS VACANT
AS IT’S REPLACE


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