The Descent

This started as a whisper
Yet the truth will out
And even the smallest spark
Can ignite

Tinder, kindling and
A whole lot of conjecture
The flickering flame grows to an inferno
A crescendo, screaming to be heard
Above the din of what we just desire to be true

Repress it, suppress it
Sir, press it down harder or else it will
Wriggle free and wreak havoc on your bliss
Blissful ignorance when illusions are an illness
Take reality as a medicine, choke and cough it down

You can deny it all you want but
Let’s face it, facing the music has
Always been a sick thrill to you
Those beautiful faces, take it all in

As you stand before you, your shadow
Weighs heavier than your heart
But grin and bear it, bare your soul
If it ever existed or ever will

Those faces, so familiar yet
One degree removed, still they
Hold the grooves and creases of your own
The dilution is their greatest strength

They won’t understand it at the time
But when they hear those words tumble from
Your busy lips
They’ll be grateful that their
Descendents will only feel
An eighth of your stinking claret smuggling into their hearts

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