Disenchant

Clock ticks, gears turn, climax coming,
Going, gone and tomorrow is just like yesterday.
Ashes to ashes we all fall down,
So sing us a song or a lie or a memory -
It doesn't really matter as long as someone screams.

The rush, the excitement, the sudden drop -
Turn around and see the fading path behind you.
What is done is done, what is said is said,
So cut your heart out on the floor for money;
That was all she wrote of her days in running.

Dramatic, theatrics, another overreaction;
Sit down and cry to the sound of shattering lullabies.
The whispers in your head shout nothing,
So hold onto your sharp tongue that never said a thing -
You're not a saint but a wanderer awake and dreaming.

Reviews

[Extant]

I love the dark and bitter tone, right up my alley. And, then of course, the whole upset that is life you portray so well. "Turn around and see the fading path behind you." I guess this line, when paired with the stanza, is saying simply that we all make mistakes, sometimes it's better to forget, let it all fade.