Alloy

I've written you a new one
A craven cruel dressed in fool's gold honey
Discovering an old love
A copper man serving a silver somebody

A feeling already done
Poor purple prose painted on the path of pleasure
I'm over all the fake ones
Frothing at the maw for a taste of forever

This mixing is not my blood
This is a crime buried in a keepsake ghetto
Because it's never just one
I can't tell them apart from faults in the echo

Thank you but I'm cold enough
Met under the influence while I was manic
Then I drowned in the mud
Submerged with the days like the ones with magic had.