deconstruction

By Foxtails

On home

Released on February 18, 2024

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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