Week of The Restless

Behind the cobwebs and rust, Lies a past better left in a box
Beneath the mistrust and dust, Lies a love better left unspoken
Between floors of this house, Lies a monster better left undead
Betraying the lion and the mouse, Lies are told and hope unsaid

Nailed to the floor and jailed by the door
A hopeless mistake and daring escape
Crossed by self and rotting on the shelf
A useless word spoken through gritted teeth

Sunday comes and prayers are screamed
Monday comes and curses are told
Tuesday comes and tears are shed
Wednesday comes and martyrs are forgotten
Thursday comes and hope is released
Friday comes and doubt is unleashed
Saturday comes…fuck, another week in parasitic fashion
Climb upon your cross and accept the strongest lashing
Count your losses and watch as the stars begin flashing
Lighting your path to heaven’s arms and hell’s urges
A savior appears and beneath the skin a hero does emerge
With the sound of a thousand wings and a thousand swan songs
The angels sing and I realize I’m just not that strong
Lift me above the vices and allow me to extend my true intentions
Sift through my ashes and find my heart to allow me to ascend