Boston Marriage: Sand


I lied when I said no
I overestimated my growth
I turned every stone til I felt more alone
than I was before it started to snow

I didn’t notice the decay
My pride has always hindered my brain
I buried away any semblance of faith
with feigned control over the chaos I made

Who is really pulling the strings
Some truths are meant to stay as beliefs

The tombs never looked so appealing to me
I am all of the crimes I claimed I’ve never seen and I
Know the fault can’t be pushed from my reach
I am the one who always plants the seeds
Colder than I was when I first began
And to show for it no one will accept my hand
I forgot to look up and wound up in wasteland,
Holding my breath as I sink through the sand

I thought I understood
And that my true intentions were good
But as I come to I see nothing but blue
After delusion, clarity follows suit

And if I can’t come to terms with this reckoning
Then I should swallow back the bile and taste what I preach

Judging me harder with each passing glance
Follow me downstairs, catch me if you think you can
One seems too many but it’s never enough
Don’t peek at my alter or my lyrical mush




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