Moon Child

Taken from your very own grasp
was that one shot at destiny,
hit by another and it left you spinning
and gasping for air.
Time never healed your wounds.
Instead, you gave up
and no longer saw a reason to try.
Your core exposed and became your surface,
and however beautiful it was,
it could never be good enough for you.
Though you circle the same path,
a routine so hard to break,
every so often you find the grace
and courage within yourself to break free
and block the light so that everyone
can see only you,
if only for a moment.
For you, whose time will come.

The Dining Dead

The wrinkles begin to show,
creases in medium to absolute affinity,
nothing is fluent or fluid in this association
as we just attempt to go through the motions
in this naturally conventional liaison.

Nothing New

Don't kid yourself, you're just nothing new
because I've been down this old path before,
synonymous to everything I've been through,
you're completely offhand and nothing new.

Don't flatter yourself, you weren't that great,
it just really wasn't all that special, you see,
there isn't much that anyone could even debate,
you're the same story and you weren't that great.

Don't pretend this was ever anything unique,
you didn't say one thing that meant much,
you were a shallow mountain without a peak
because you were never once anything unique.

Don't kid yourself, you were nothing new,
and you’re going to die all alone, like me,
so I really just wanted to say 'thank you,'
you're simply irrelevant and nothing new.