Disenchanting the romantic

This is the real, this is the shame

These limbs search feverishly for the gift of gravity

Coarse twine tears clean

And I have thought about this very instance for all time

Decades longer than you or I

Crimson comforting, scorching this flesh

giving its caring for me

And I have thought about these moments for all time

dangling from a silver lining

these lungs welcome the crimson tide of misfortune

Hell to pay

This is my farewell to this city