We're off the edge of the map, Jack
Of Monsters and Margins
Off the edge of the map
Where monsters are in the margins
The devils in the details
And I still don't understand
How this fate is in my hands
With the price of existence rising
Shouldering the weight
Still frantic and so frail
Drain the goodness right out
Venom or bust
Fangs at the ready
In the depths of their mouth
Born in the grave
Black tar consumerist garbage
Lungs that cave
Paddling with twisted tongues
Talk myself out of resistance
Feed complacency at the cost of me
These are the clothes I wear
This cynicism bleeds in colors I cannot perceive
The spectrum is crushed
No way to hit the ground
How can I find contrast in all this loneliness
When every day is the same?
Guilt bulges in this blood
These veins are fault lines
Sleep when you're dead
Grind your soul to dust to make that bread
Nothing of value to say
With the cost of inaction mounting
Surrender at the ready
With my heart in a coffin
Fill it with native soil
Sail to the West
All this emptiness
Just does me head in
This iridescent ending
We're all off to war
Minding my own business
How am I the guilty one?
Exhausted with the caustic
Cause this could be flawless
If I wasn't jawless
Cowardice my first language
Talk myself out of persistence
Of making this a meaningful life
Surrender at the ready
Manufactured spine of jelly
Structure this in fragmentary bliss
Keeping memories and courtesies
Shrapnel of kisses and kindnesses
This narcissistic desire for mercy
The wave form now collapsed
Observing abject objective avoidance
Statistical relapsed
Blue sky escapes now voided
The upkeep of this event horizon
Just send me over the edge
Taking on the appearance of madness
As yet another excuse
Profane before this blasphemous reflection
Aspersions cast woven like spells
Arcane words worn down to whispers
Wishing for a love requited
Vigilant wanderers
Devouring catharsis
With errant hunger
For the warmth of thunder
How your touch might transform me
And the wicked reward me
If not abandoned by courage
I might yet see the sun
The tales we told by the fire
Of a place for you and I
Resting our weary minds
Carving out a place where the world slows down
And I still don't understand
Where you went
Or what it meant
Off the edge of the map
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