An Epitaph

The future five align. Empty promises find us all the time
Would you put it all on the line for the lost and frozen years?
Leave us the bastard sons. Leave us the broken ones-
To fend for ourselves, one by one
An epitaph not worth looking back
Another sunset falls on red on black
We hit a wall of dotted lines
An epitaph not worth looking back
Post cards of dust on bones. If the bad news doesn’t beat us home
A rusted chain of sympathy for time well wasted, losses faded
A rusted chain of sympathy for time well wasted, losses…