impaler: impaled;
exsanguinated;
ashes cast out to sea.
as early morning comes,
the pyre winds down
and lights die out.
but the sun doesn't rise
above the shore.
its stalling amber rays
(as memory would serve the spectators' eyes)
ebbed and flowed, in- and exhaled.

all in all, the price you'll pay isn't worth the cost.
it's so sickening seeing you crawl, but now we're complete.

a starboard ray, reborn,
connects the ends of the world.
the former flicks its tongue;
exchanges soot for blood,
sediment for flesh,
entropy for existence.

all in all, the price you'll pay isn't worth the cost.
it's so sickening seeing you crawl, but now we're complete.

where's the mask to match the rest?
the curtains draw closed, the lights fade in,
the stage divorces the man from the cast.
and though they've barely scratched the surface
of you, i've always understood, as you
know me. we are the choices we make.

to whom it may concern,
you've changed, you've turned. your fangs may have dulled, but i know how they were. you stole a part of mine, i stole a part of yours. is there some sort of grand design in your little world or do you just let it all randomly unwind? the gears don't turn, but i see how they run. i stole a part of yours and you stole a part of mine, but that still doesn't make this all alright.