trustme : dereliction

i have tasted the bitter fruit
of cold compassion
the indifferent caring
you're famous for
and here i stand,
with my arms thrown in the air
just wondering
why the f**k it is that i bother
keeping on, keeping on
with the hope that sucks me down
into the dark and oblivion
but maybe we're better off
if one of us is dead
burned like the pheonix
and rising from the ashes
burned out like a tenement
in the decayed part of town
burned hot and licking
the flames caress my face
burned and here i am
and here i am
with my arms thrown in the air
asking, screaming, breathing with this animosity
why the f**k do i even bother?

and here i stand
stretched and reaching
for the power
and further, the match
on to the march
down the road of dereliction
to strike it once and twice
and to toss in your direction
burning you
like the f*****g pheonix
to warm you up
from your cold compassion
of indifferent caring
and maybe you'll rise from the ashes
to stand beside me
in the aftermath of
all this destruction
and all this chaos
maybe....maybe...maybe not.