The Rift - Thine

Greater things which helped us cling to life

have long since passed, rendered numb devoid of meaning

When it severs, can we ever realyy comprehend

how undone we are, dissolving through those aminous skies

to where it all blacked out as your ghosts were cauterised

deep, consuming seas — & I was struggling to pretend

So when you’re found, will you take a bow for causing all of this?

You know you let us down, & now we’re caught

Caught in a rift

The words were worn as the days grew long

Clearly we lost our way, with the scars forever deepening,

carving apathy, to a closure I lament

Through winter blooms a golden hell

& then you dug your grave because you thought the grass was greener there

without reasoning, & I know you won’t relent