The Patron Saint

Lost words and forgotten memories

Betrayal is how it always starts

With suspicion

(And wondering where we came)

 

Our hands have wiped ourselves

For the last time

(Holding down our name)

 

So we stand ourselves

But we forget our words

(And the last time)

 

My god...

It was the very last time.

 

(With our heads held high)

(With our minds so clear)

(With our words so gone)

This place so near

 

(With our heads held high)

(With our minds so clear)

(With eyes so blurred)

And our love so near

 

Call us all upon

The Patron Saint of Denial...

Call us all upon

The Patron Saint of Betrayal...

SOMEBODY'S GOT TO HEAR!

 

Call us all upon

The Patron Saint of Forgotten.

Lost words and memories...

 

And what it took from me...

 

Your sense of self is so empty

(Hollowed and alone)

 

You place of birth isn't pretty

(Despite what you might know)

 

And in your darkest moments

Of your darkest life

When you're all alone

And someone cuts out the light

 

In the darkest moments

In the darkest soul

When there isn't a sound

Except you crying alone

 

In the darkest reaches

Of what we have left

Just a Patron Saint

Of what we can get...

 

 

...Its the long run...

 

 

Call us all upon

The Patron Saint of Destruction

Call us all upon

The Patron Saint of Disfunction

I'M TEARING ME APART!

 

Call us all upon

The Patron Saint of Forgotten

Lost minds and broken hearts...

 

Thats all you gave to me...

 

(In this betrayal...)

I'm running out of my mind

(In this forgotten...)

I want to leave it all behind

(In this empty...)

Shell that I have left

(In this place here...)

Its what I need to get

 

But I've run away from the world...

 

In the darkest moments

When you're letting go

In the deepest thoughts

When you never know

 

In the darkest moments

When you lose your name

In the darkest heart

Lies a Patron Saint...and denial...

 

I am the Patron Saint of Betrayal...

Reviews

[Tai Chi Italy]

To be betrayed by those you love, is to face our deepest despair. It has happened to me quite recently....I am still reeling....Great write RJ, you describe all the Saints of the Devils kind, I just hope and do nothing. That is all I can do. Good to read you again. Tai, not here anymore