Lying alone on the floor
I cut the space you gained
Your promises were torn
Left to be washed away by the rain
Wide awake again, we shared a space wherein
I left my cold complacency penned
Pen to ink and sword to stone, I let you in, you left me cold
Shut me out and shut me down, your disease is not a crown
Does it make you feel better to know you shut me out?
I sold my part for what it's worth
Yours only paid for shallow doubt
Scattered debt across the grave
You sharpened knives, I set the glaive
To swing the arc and catch you out
Fake your faith and run your mouth
The threats were uninvited
Shears to the stomach; It's all what I did
Throw a stone, play victim
Blame your demons
Didn't ask for a facade to hide the roots
Your lightning rod could not catch the sparks
From depths beneath where I had departed god
Did you feel shameless?
Pills and chasers was it wasted?
It makes me sick that you can't face it
Fake your faith
Swing the glaive