Act II: The Undoing

The stage is set
An audience taking their seats
My presence turns to regret
What history repeats
A void in me
Exposed by brittle bones
Patterns set into the marquetry
Of temporary thrones

It was dark beneath the sun
When life became the final breath to candles
Inhaled against the will it takes to count

The decades lost between the razors and their handles
I gave up everything I have ever loved
To chase illusions dressed as life in dreams
To find my soul is slipping through itself
In streams from open wrists and no one seems to care

The stage is set
An audience taking their seats
My presence turns to regret
What history repeats
A void in me
Exposed by brittle bones
Patterns set into the marquetry
Of temporary thrones

I wish that I could hold myself and scream it's not your fault

With a deathbed made of porcelain
The edges of the crimson water flood
If only you would keep me in your arms
As memories turn to ashes in my blood

Epiphanic provenances
Seeping through a dying mind
Relinquishing the nature of
This shadow soon to be defined
As misery

I've left a note to tell you why
This life performed is not the life I know
The gift of living is to love and die
Do you love enough to let me go?

Bury me beneath the earth

The stage is set
An audience taking their seats
My presence turns to regret
What history repeats
A void in me
Exposed by brittle bones
Patterns set into the marquetry
Of temporary thrones