Whatever happened
to the integrity
found within a family,
I return your glare.

And my bones are chilled with
some sort of
sickening recipe of fear
and anger.

Day by day,
time after time again, 
time after time again,
you distort chronology,
you foster of terror.

Bury your diamonds,
destroy your rubies.
We are searching for
security in tragedy.
Take a look around
and notice the black
drowning simplicity.

We are the constant decay,
each note will disintegrate
perched upon (upon) our towers
motionless and miserable.
Here's to a comfortable.

(Casket)
How deceiving is
the cemetery
of motivation?
How deceiving is
the cemetery
of motivation?

I wish to write,
I wish to write,
I wish to write
a conclusion.