Airless

Preservation of life and time, I have seen the end of it
Reflections in your glass of wine, a peasant’s waltz
But you’ve decided you can’t go on like this, it’s just too much
Discussions rationalize that this isn’t your fault

An earthly structure devolved into a barren landscape begging for the fall.
One must walk through the gates of time, to beg forgiveness for accursed crimes
With color, conviction and unending pride, I pray your heart would be open wide

Every single blade of grass is blessed with life that must pass
You’re nothing to me, you’re the same: Just a part of endless pain
Absorb the winds of change and accept that you are to blame
There is nothing in your hearts worth saving, intelligence wasted for naught.

This one has no time for your thoughts
We’ve all transgressed and this I know
The point is that we live; the point is that we grow

So what say you to this proposition?
I don’t think that I like your position on life and the ways of the world
You remind me of a scared little girl
I deny you; I invoke your lord and sun to destroy