The Heir Of Empty Breath

And the solemn verse resounds…

Heavy lies the twisted crown

As it hovers above

The disgrace I’ve become

Like a blemish on otherwise perfect skin

Like a scar from a sore

Like a stain that’s set in

I wallow in what I could have been

Take me away

Away from this place

Come like a thief in the night

Be a rapture and take me away

From these sentiments turned sediment

From this crude cast of our intent

From the boulder we can’t set aside.

Come like a thief in the night

Be my vision and take me away

With all the pigments that you’ve shed

(So pale and porous)

I’m the heir of empty breaths,

Of sulfur and sweat,

I’m the king of what could have been

I have wed my regret, she’s my blushing bride

Like an ache

Like a cramp I can’t lose

So I wallow in what I could have been

Be a fleeting glimpse

Of what could have been

That comes to me

Every now and again

And I’ll just pretend to carry on, carelessly

Your glimpses are ever fleeting

You’re the crutch on which I’m leaning

Come to me

Hold me up be my stilt, my splint

Be my brace, be mine

So I can carry on, carelessly