Dying in Eight Verses

In the summer heat, how it used to beat

On the days when you felt important

And the breeze would blow up your ego

But it just drifts down, you feel like you could lose a few pounds

To feel light and blow up again

And "remember whens" are our conversations

Until it no longer brings alleviation

When we can't express all that we invest

We took a vow, but I guess we're just memories now

Until no one's left to remember us

One day you got gone and I was alone

A new breed brought no expectations

Weary of the strain, conscious of the pain

Below your eyes, the gutter of heaven hangs

'Cause acceptance is a boring place

When I think back to the days now wounded

Wanamaker blows "Come, Sweet Death," come soothing

The ink of Shakespeare's pen spilled on Leclair's bed

Macbeth stab wounds scored by a sonata for two

And all the sadness I bring to you

All the faces blur, all the names just words

All the artifacts of living roll over

To the next kin soul, after the burial

I think I could lend myself to obscureness now

To feel light and blow up again

Pass down the name, but keep it the same

The passenger is nodding in all directions

Look in baby books and the names you took

How's Sage Moonblood Stallone sound to you?

Sounds pretty good to me too

Until the skylark flits, keep cleaning baby shit

When the auguries of innocence roll over

Every grief and pine, every tear that's mine

Every morning rise with a cry that calls for you

One day it'll call for me too

A heart so broke, carry it in two hearses

How does it feel to die in eight verses?

When you realize you served no purpose

Your pieces are carried past the summer lawns

And the breeze will blow you to the next song