The Relationship That Has Failed Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Well enough to be well she said.
Well enough to be well he said.
Through the eyes this dragon comes cloudy visions of before and after.
A relationship severed off at the knot.
A confession to the forgotten pastor.
He must not tell, oh he must not tell.
For if he does he is going straight to hell.
The expectations of your betters if there can be any such thing.
Leading with the fork and spoon.
Dining upon the late afternoone.
If I can just make it one more day the whispers go.
An upon this magnanimous road, it always the same.
Its own little prison, always caught up in such a cynical converation.
There is no great revelation, no secrets of tongues held in some forgotten dusty jar.
A mass exidious, just where are we all going?
Escaping from what?
A petrified landscape frozen in time.
No erosion, or deterioration of any kind.
How could there be with visions in the mind.
Remembering a moment, just a moment.
Thats all one ever really needs.
Proceeding on with both satisifaction, and saddness.
Completeliness dull as a butter knife dropped in the sinks trash disposal.
Clank, clank, clank those blades go as the sparks fly and the smoke rises.
All jammed up on the inside.
Liars in for a long over extended stay.
Areas full of so much grey.
Soon I pray are the words spoken today.
Nothing left to hold on to when you have been so betrayed.
Emotions disingrating into white dryed up powder.
Load the ball into the gun and see what happens, just see what happens.
Bet it isn't so forth right.
Feels like bubble gum in the hair.
The more you pull the more it hurts.
Sometimes scissor are our best option.
Chop, chop then its gone.
Forcability removed because there is no other way.
No it doesn't make it okay.
No matter what is socially accepted I still reject it.
Full force, full impact.
The hammer and the nail.
Smack it down for the very last time.
Doesn't it feel good to finally escape such horrid weather.
And in this moment clarity and dryness, what is it your heart really wants.
The pain too just go away.
Not a constant reminder of what you didn't do right.
Somebody just turn off the lights so I can finally close my eyes.
Sing me a lullabye stories so grand, make me once again actually feel like a man.
I honestly think I forgot that part of me.
Who is he?
Oh the soul searching demons, they are breathing life back into me.
A burning flame that was nearly extinguished.
Just a single cup of gasoline.
And now the words just come to me.
A desire rattles around in there, and bitter is the lonilyness it portrays.
But somethings just can't be helped.
Putting it away in box high upon the shelf.
And now the numbness of it is all I have left.
Like greeting card that will be read aloud every single day to remind us that even in this house there is no escape.