Ex girls floating in jars of formaldehyde
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Their once magic eyes no longer seem alive
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It's time I set all my half-written songs on fire
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and feed my dreadful poems to the flames
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Why am I keeping all these memories on ice?
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Do I really believe their pulses might return?
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It's time to torch the piles of extinct fantasies
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To detonate and wheel and run while they burn
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A knife to drive into the hearts of prior I's
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It's for the better
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Bid them so long
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The moments they lived,
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right or wrong, are gone forever
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I'll be something new without them
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Staring sculptures of my former favorite friends
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Their once laughing voices faint and distant now
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I'm weary with the weight of my previous life
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I want to push it from a plane and watch it crash down
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Laid out side by side those phases with their eyes closed
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Laid out in a line my dying boys all wave goodbye
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I'll be something new without them
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The Young Arsonist
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DESA |