"Metaphorical Framing"

Lies: your lies and untruths; all
of these faux-artifacts you've
dug-up, misconstrued and against
me, presented as your proof

The picture you've pieced together
of me, wherein I've been framed,
that on the wall hangs; metaphor for
the life we had together, you've
conveniently rearranged

All of these, misrepresentations of all of
the causes that you say led to our fate

Blood-stained hands, you say I now have
that fills you with hate

I thought that long ago you buried them all,
laying them to rest; but it seems that even in
time all things resurface from under the sands

Do you find comfort in these things; these
memories every now and then revisiting to
remind us all when even though I'm not now
in it, accusing me for why life doesn't now
go your way

Bring it, bring it back again, so that nothing
ever goes away; so that we'll never from it
just learn, but instead be stuck in this place

All these, mis-raging-sensations for all the
causes that you say led to our fate

Blood-stained hands, you say I now have
that fills you with hate

I thought that long ago you buried them all,
laying them to rest; but it seems that even in
time all things resurface from under the sands

Can we not relive this again; a decade has
passed now, so isn't it time to let it all go
and begin again

All of these, mis-raging-sensations for all
of the causes that you say led to our fate

Blood-stained hands, you say I now have
that fills you with hate

I thought that long ago you buried them all,
laying them to rest; but it seems that even in
time all things resurface from under the sands