Verbatim

The first voice I heard was the wailing of the wind
Banging on the entry door, begging me to let him in
Then came the crash, a blinding yellow flash
A feeling that you try to share but no one thinks to ask
And when the rain began to pour with a sadness never felt before
Like heaven wept for something more
A bleeding heart, an open door
And I tried to be a whisper but thoughts weigh less when bodies blister
I saw the ground beneath my feet become a man with jagged teeth
Whose words were ones of broken beats
Singing songs I couldn’t sing along
And you were a fire
A blinding ball of entropy bound in copper wire
And I am just a silhouette of something once desired
Then the blank spaces above our heads grew bolder every day
How good is a word if it’s a word you cannot say
Perhaps they were just chords we never learned to play
I guess that’s kind of funny in a way
I guess it’s kind of funny in a way
I was a blade of grass the storm would carry through the concrete tomb
I felt as weightless as the selfless things that we so often do
I’ve spent seventeen years denying that I have a soul
Now I feel like I can fly but only ‘cause I’ve lost control
I’m a tired man, I’ve reached the end of my confession
If death is all a plan then maybe life is just concession
Now I’ve become the words that cross our minds when payment’s due
And I don’t wanna die but that’s what our conversations do
I can’t even save you or maybe I don’t want to. A wrinkle in my heart.
Season, the season’s changing swiftly. The wind is turning with me.
And I know that you won’t.
If all I am is all I’ll ever be, won’t you forgive me
Consider it a compliment if I forget you, at least I’m willing