Pieces You Need But Lack

So writer's block attacks guitarist's hands and partisan friends
Cannot console the man with alcoholic favors
So fight or flight response occurs, his heart is thrumming like
A flock of hummingbirds after these opiate adventures
Then writer's block attacks guitarist's hands and partisan friends
Cannot control the man at the height of violent rages
Iron wings, stained glass fangs, sawdust veins...
Monsters in my head were always so ornate
They ride the shadows, they keep me company, they keep me sane
"Believe in us, you'll never change"
Then stay as perfect as that second date, negating all the in-between
That equaled hate, silent treatments cause the weak to weep, not me
"Just play it by ear and see how it goes..."
The onset of deafness is just part of the show, best practice is to try
To track your way back... through the black, to wherever the hell
The thread hit the snag, as recognitions coalesce around
The pieces you need but lack...

Pieces you need but lack
The best half of me is black

Blessed Mother disappeared into the ether, slowly roving like a saint
Among grieving disbelievers
Mother flew in away into the peacefulness
Oblivion or heaven, end transmission to receiver
Love and ash, a bitter takeaway, ounces of her in a plastic case
In all my pain and sullen rage, I can't help but imagine
All the jokes she'd try to make as all of these pieces seem to fall away
Portraiture of beloved family softly rots away
Beneath the wreckage scented with decay
Myth of origin slips beneath the waves with pieces you mean to save
(All of the people beneath the graves...)