12.02.2007

A Kingdom’s Collapse

Seduced to destroy
as if the profane
could disgrace purity itself,
to sully the complacent
and content

these tattered notes
and torn photographs
could combust
with but a single spark

I don't condone or make excuses
for your secret disease,
or pretend to denounce
my own immunity

fitting in means
appeasing the crowd
and acceptance in adaptation,
but you know this
better than most

I could easily provoke
or attempt to soothe,
but I choose to back down
and receive my collapse

because I'm cutting ties
and burning bridges
that I will never escape

because I'm breathing grime
and drowning myself
so that I will never escape

and when the end comes
there will be no revival.

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