The Cold Waking

Scapegoats say sorry, and it's a fault
When every wrong is every reason
For scornfully smiting the skull
That's too thin and breaks loudly
The pressure of inertia's weight
Hangs heavy its crushing hold

I don't want to wade in tears
And wait for your pride to turn
Hatred looks to come with ease
But I can't conjure one loveless crumb
Where was this found? Where?
I never saw it in you even once

Late night succumbs to languor
I lay, astray in mist of dreams
Swallowed up in your embrace
A morning kiss of rays and your warmth
Right now they're all I can and want to feel
Take this, an olive branch to my confidant
You once were, and you remain
In my departure from each darkness
Escapes to far-off peaceful pastures
Where I fabricate your forgiveness
And design destruction of all blame
I could build a home here
But visions are quickly consumed
By ravenous reality's dayspring

Each cold and merciless morn
I wake up to the obstinate sting of war
Begging me for balm I have yet to see