Twilight Ashes

Gather your ashes
And call them a storm
Finish your soul
It’s at the bottom of the cup
I’ll keep on the extremities,
I’ll keep.
You just watch the world close to darkness
And hunt the crumbs of pity
Recite what you know
Let your hands to the talking
Bat those eyelashes
Finish your drink
You know all the words to this song
Close your eyes when you sway, spiiiin
This is a balancing act now
A chain reaction from the first sip
And I’m still watching you
In this veneered social musk of diversion
Go ahead, get acquainted with the night
All you know of your purpose, little one,
Is what remains when you can’t remember
And the stains that won’t wash-out
And the blaring, wretched headache of tomorrow
Perversion, perversion, perversion.
This is your brain on methodical socialism
Any questions?
You’ve begun to realize
That you’re not always right.
Am I right?
Of course I am.
Do you remember how to spell everything you used to know?
I judge you.
I laugh when your footing fails and people begin to point and whisper.
I understand that you don’t realize,
But you left your dignity outside, on the ground
It’s dirty now, and smells of rancid piss.
Judgement is always like the drinks,
A free, deliciously disguised demise.
There’s nobody here to save you anymore
And we don’t have any recess either.
Welcome.