CURTAIN CALL.

As the sun creeps behind the night
It leaves a resonance of its warmth
To speed the path of a mortals passing
Welcoming the ultra into its grasp.

Well don’t shed tears for human fears
They feel only fit for emptiness
And you know that’s not what you desire.

Just another misplaced rendezvous
Displaced by all that’s come between
Harking onto the lateness but hoping blindly
This time it would never happen again.

The time honoured angel sitting by the phone
Waiting on the rain to cleanse the soul
Sentiments torn by indecision belie
What’s truly felt and that’s the only joke we know.

Born at six o’clock, looking skyward
Always tripping on the pseudo-stars below
To score your goal you needed a heart
A heart that’s not broken.

And though you reached the threshold
You thought there was always somewhere
You could restage your play, but
The arrows of culture shock let you down.

Looking through wide eyes, blue eyes despise
All that seeks to create solemnity
Paradise was lost but what was found
The hero never showed his face.

Waiting on false impressions
Creating myths and wanting recompense
Look its time to go, its time to go
Mock not the reasons but the validity
To be numb is too much, too far to go.

I just wanted you to feel so good
But now the bridg is burnt away
Resulting experimental diocese
Contains only the ashes of contempt, contempt.

GRUM