There Only Is

Reminiscent screams

Like womb dreams

from ridding yourself

of your own existence

The pendulum it sways

like an empty noose

Still your thoughts compress

and you weep and sigh

inside

Adolescent naievity

you spawned my

optimism

Who's head you wore

on your coat of arms

you're the champion

of my bleeding heart

When you're shrouded in

baptismal brine

for the dawning of

the great rebirth

don't forget your name

when your number's called

or you may end up causing the end of us all

Who's head you wore

on you're coat of arms

you're the champion

of my bleeding heart