Conceit

Must be nice to have an easy scapegoat
A muted friend who can't seem to give or tote
Any morsel of pride to pretend he cares
or make pace from his self loathing lair

As I fail to say time and time again
This means so little coming from my pen
But guilt does wonders when you "help" a friend
At the expense of regret that cannot mend

I've learned from sea gazers to take the blame
This may seem bane but I won't say his name
It's an anniversary of life and I remember as he
We dealt our broken hands just to be

Momentous occasions that cycled through the skies
It's the end of an era and we've seen all our highs
but These liquid highways are as busy as ever
With the creeps and the stones that they sever

Drowning stares from the negative ego feeders
Attempting to love the beautiful attention needers
Celluloid relations and contrast at it's finest
Peasant compassion could never reach her highness
I must admit that is the extent of my earnest
And, this corrupted silence has so much truth for the honest