I’ve Seen How This Ends…

Flawless forgiveness for painting a picture in distaste,

Responsibilities from the elder played out with cold feet,

A smile that looks like a grin when retraced,

I stand tugging at my shirt waiting to see how this show pans out,

Laced up your boots with a grip to kill a fly,

I’ve heard the violins in your throat splurge out hate,

The silent picture show begins when I close my eyes,

Whilst sleeping I long for ways to stay awake,

I’m waiting for a real world to attach to me,

With numbing feelings of humour to shadow nerves,

Finding a high point from a concrete tree,

Scattered in the wind is the taste of discouragement on your lips,

I’ve seen how this ends.