The Fall

It was only so long
Before I'd have to sing my farewell song
This faulty truce has left me bruised
In body, in soul, in mind.
The wolf now resides in my backyard
Two-faced, too late, I tried.
I look back to the ruin
Now turned into dust...

So this is the descent.
This is the burning up.

I've been screaming into deaf ears
Dying to know what fate brings near
But you're incapable of love
And you're only moved when shoved
So just rip off the bandage
And let it all seep through
Let it gush out your skin,
Let it drip down your shin,
Unless you've planned something better to do.

Because as I walk out of this garden
Undoing God's great work,
I cling to the thought like the lint on your shirt.