deconstruction

Checked out, dead weight, windswept Nude root rot, limp, disintegrated Behind flesh veils hide calamities Ceaseless sirens evanesce into drone It's somehow better this way Defenseless against solitude and running out the clock Sinking into somnolence, I’ve been betrayed Evocation comes after me in anxious slumber Terrors drip off the tongue, elusive, inconsequential Paradoxical precautions, decorations of disarray Chime in clichés about burning out versus fading away Awakening to an impending sense of doom (Day after day, night after night) Gardens grown on barren land are bound to die away (Day after day, night after night) Supine, inert, astray Grip the clock by the hands, turn time back What I ponder most in my deliberations Is if they know what they do when they do it to me Birthed from a lonely womb Dread and premonition woven into punished cells A rare spark of discordance I've lived too many lives to be patronized What's there to lose, worth the try to die? Dignified Reconciling and inconsolable Laid to waste by attrition Gifted life just to be robbed of the joy You will never fucking listen This face is half of what you hate Compensate by delegating shame Conditioned to sympathize with parasites What is real, what is right? A love laced with contempt Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood Wistful and battered soul laid bare And yet you still find something else to take Toss and turn, night after night A deprivation that will never be rectified Toss and turn, night after night A deprivation that will never be rectified Toss and turn, night after night