Act II: The Undoing

The stage is set An audience taking their seats My presence turns to regret What history repeats A void in me Exposed by brittle bones Patterns set into the marquetry Of temporary thrones It was dark beneath the sun When life became the final breath to candles Inhaled against the will it takes to count The decades lost between the razors and their handles I gave up everything I have ever loved To chase illusions dressed as life in dreams To find my soul is slipping through itself In streams from open wrists and no one seems to care The stage is set An audience taking their seats My presence turns to regret What history repeats A void in me Exposed by brittle bones Patterns set into the marquetry Of temporary thrones I wish that I could hold myself and scream it's not your fault With a deathbed made of porcelain The edges of the crimson water flood If only you would keep me in your arms As memories turn to ashes in my blood Epiphanic provenances Seeping through a dying mind Relinquishing the nature of This shadow soon to be defined As misery I've left a note to tell you why This life performed is not the life I know The gift of living is to love and die Do you love enough to let me go? Bury me beneath the earth The stage is set An audience taking their seats My presence turns to regret What history repeats A void in me Exposed by brittle bones Patterns set into the marquetry Of temporary thrones