Painful Detail

Call off the search
I’ve found the nightmare
You talked of during the hours
When dead men open their eyes

It’s everything and more
Being deaf to the grind of the axis
Poor folks walking backwards
To reclaim stolen time
Lovers going the tragic way
Of Juliet and her Romeo
Arrogant fools flying
Straight into the sun

All that was hoped for
In the mind of a madman
The scenery playing out of tune
And the hills on fire
Conmen falling for their own game
Then slitting their throats in regret

What was wanted before
A wandering eye that stalks
Getting closer to the target a mile away
Holy fathers and mothers
Tainting the holy ground
Braggers biting their tongues off
And spitting blood at naysayers
Bitter old junkies shoving knives
Into any good spots left

What you don’t want anymore
Slamming your fists against the wall
Failing to try, succeeding in misery
Falling in love with the war
On the tv, in the street, in your head
Dreaming up this charade with apathy
Since you haven’t slept in years
Buying into the fad of the dead
By giving up too early, before the sunrise
Then killing the impulse in your brain
To grab onto god’s cruel hand

I don’t miss our talks
All you said came true
In painful detail
I hope you’re at peace
I’m surely not