To None I Give Thee

Writing memos to selfless fools

Standing at the edge of worlds in view

Procrastination be mental masturbation

Waiting on introductions that never come

Subtitles for the living deceased

Heart beats in alternate rhythm

Feeling faint to find the gun

Pointed at our growing contusion

Failed to find solid ground

So small amongst a gathering crowd

Motorcades of passing clowns

Let go of our black balloons

Rising as the sky falls down

The deceivers finest

Be it painting smiles on sadness

Tearful goodbyes of shame in fairness

We bury our love in poppy fields

What remains of hope that never grows

Planting seeds for flowers to never sour

Timeless love be lost in memory

Nothing remains of the same

Cover it and throw away our neglect

But no fool would ever forget

Seeing our love wave goodbye

What is left to hold and protect

May it find us the same scarred remains