Well, I fear these last days of Rome might endure for eternity If we persist gnawing on hands that are nurturing She’ll desert us leave us to dirt and sea Open welcome arms to returning comets hurtling Nursing sleep through unearthly screams Ringing bells that yell out emergency lights flashing red, illuminate a murder scene She’s already dead, all we can do is curb the bleed Instead we press our stems to that gash and drink And proclaim it a magic trick A talisman embellishing a wish But happiness expires the second is exists Everything dies and everything rots and Everything's alive until it's forgotten Eventually everything’s history We pluck quills, sterilise villainy You can hear her weeping She offered up her body, We modified it She gave us her love, we sodomised it She offered up her heart, we ostracised it She gave up everything, we monetised it Satellites capture x-rays, she’s broken internally A cancerous mass like a map of a murky sea A shoreline of mercenaries Or a serpent on that tree that bought about the curse of eve Are we’re the worst of these Less like Inhabitants, more like a purge, disease She screams out... mercy please But can’t be heard over the murmurs of all our needs So all that we’ve built and believed in Will clear disappear, return to the ether Control is a finite illusion We the victims of own convolution Conclusion, a mother smothered by her own litters greed Nipples bleed out to a whittled feed Living in the shadow of her former glory The darkest chapters of a cautionary story, pour me. You can hear her weeping She offered up her body, We modified it She gave us her love, we sodomised it She offered up her heart, we ostracised it She gave up everything, we monetised it We’ve polluted her bloodstream with our yesterdays Built monuments of us on her cherry face Gorged on her flesh weaponised bones buried her majesty, erected thrones Tore out hair... bunches, clumps Introduced smoke to her undeveloped lungs Immersed her in tears of our own doing And we’ve raped with an entitlement... So exclusively human

So, Everything is prettiest from far away Even scars can carry charm through a sparkled frame Mental health romanticised and streamed into our living rooms Has nothing on the oceans exploding in our swimming pools Tired of feeling overwhelmed in a mess so infectious You need to know abandon isn’t always reckless Our common ground is death, scatter me across it Our matter doesn’t matter, nor the value of our objects Fiends for our tablets sedated in avarice Creatures of habit just trying to find some happiness Just another broken one picking up it’s pieces When they don’t fit trying to fight the urge to leave it For everyone a demon, angels are in short supply Until we’re left for dead, with those that fallen from high So why am I under it’s spell But how my gonna fix the world when I cant fix myself Life is brief but beautiful Breathe it in consume the call Kill the king and overhaul Snip the strings and own the fall Let go Time will teach but kill it’s class Freedom lives in wilted past Behind a rose that tints the glass I don’t know of this can last Let go So I’ve seen the purity of these and grazed on their presence Humanity in rare form, endeavours for collection I’ll tether to those bonds, but seldom much else And use that proximity to measure my wealth Rats race in a maze for the gaudiest grave I face the breeze and that performance of wave Sunrays are hands of reassurance on a tough day Cleansing hours under showers dancing to that thunders shake Every cry for help rings a different tone Adjust your eye line to sky lines, know your not alone We’re all aboard this rocket ship for advancement sake Feted by that hell fire left its wake I walk adjacent to the barrels of Ill fated crabs Finding roses over slabs I pick them with these wilted hands Ants hunt and gather for a fraudulent queen I live a life that is awfully me Life is brief but beautiful Breathe it in consume the fall Kill the king and overhaul Snip the strings and own the fall Let go Time will teach but kill it’s class Freedom lives in wilted past Behind a rose that tints the glass I don’t know of this can last Let go

Confined to a mind, defiant to its wiring Inside a head, I quietly hide within Bound to a skin I’m not comfortable in Defined by the colours of our kin Constrained by values, beliefs handmade Some second hand, some in our DNA Enslaved to our expectations Chained to what’s left when we fail them On a street where these neighbours are strangers At a gameshow carousel of saviours Tied to a job of mutual indifference That will never reciprocate what we give to it Lost in a broken dream On an island drifting out to open sea Further away from its continent Tethered to our history measured by it’s obelus A grain of sand, a spec of dust A vacant plan, a lesser fuss Inflated worth, A chemical cocktail An ancient curse, embers of lost grail You’re someone’s sanctum, on this lonely sphere At best that’s something, at worst a smear The bigger picture, can be so unclear But If your mark is missing it would feel so insincere In the arms of a mother that knows we’ll be the death of her Close enough to smell our poison on the breathe of her Sinking in sand, trapped in an hour glass Wasting time, trying to make an hour last Beyond our own mortality Detracted by illusions of our own majesty Atop a rock that spins just right Tipped toward a light that permits this life A finite fin swimming in eternity Unable to see beyond our fish bowl furnishings Beneath sparks of bright scatterings An expanding masterpiece thrives in a galaxy Cloaked in the vastness of universe That’s blind to our rule of this ruined dirt Behind a limelight of cosmic magnificence intricate, solemnly, insignificant A grain of sand, a spec of dust A vacant plan, a lesser fuss Inflated worth, A chemical cocktail An ancient curse, embers of lost grail You’re someone’s sanctum, on this lonely sphere At best that’s something, at worst a smear The bigger picture can be so unclear But If your mark is missing it would feel so insincere

So If you read between the lines on his withered skin There’s story but no one is listening All that’s left laid to rest in cardboard tombs Sits awaiting death in a stark old room Where a person can turn to a burden So he dresses in a shirt and ties a noose to that world missed Man of house, patriarch, bread winner Reduced to a guest in a home less familiar Only blood he sees bubbles in syringes That stings to remind him of his innings Just another anchor on that ocean floor A topic of discussion of which treasures are spoken for He prayed until the days he felt unheard Discovered darkness, remembered that he loved her And fights the urge to give in Now the memories of her are his religion Ruins hide the wisdom Youth in equilibrium Beautify the killing When we eulogise the living Euthanise decisions The future I’m misgiving Dehumanise the victim When we eulogise the living I hope you live to see your loneliest days What a felonious phrase I’m just charmed by your stoic ways I hope you live to see your loneliest days What I was hoping to say That the world needs your knowing grace Bless the young They seldom come For a severed tongue Or breathless lungs Some swan songs are best unsung So If you read between the lines on her weathered face there’s a story that emanates of better days She can blink away a decade but seconds take an age Trapped in a body only memories escape That TV flickers images of foreign times Feels like she’s fossilising, but not the eyes Carer, matriarch, stronghold Reduced to a stranger in a foreign home Her train of thoughts run on abandoned lines Recognising stops but the tracks won’t oblige A kaleidoscope mind obscures and frustrates Trying to figure out the images before they decay Her inner child chasing coherence like butterflies For everyone she catches another dies She pines the night might take her in her sleep So she can be graceful in her defeat Ruins hide the wisdom Youth in equilibrium Beautify the killing When we eulogise the living Euthanise decisions The future I’m misgiving Dehumanise the victim When we eulogise the living I hope you live to see your loneliest days What a felonious phrase I’m just charmed by your stoic ways I hope you live to see your loneliest days What I was hoping to say That the world needs your knowing grace Bless the young They seldom come For a severed tongue Or breathless lungs Some swan songs are best unsung