With all the fears basking in the festering soul
Of old souls with old rules ruling their lives
I have yet to see a bit less bitterness in them
Than in the ones who sing ‘hallelujah’ from up high
This is my apocalypse from the heroes saving themselves
All the times you danced for the sake of loss and merry
I will marry myself to the freeing of whomever I thought I was
With claims left and distanced like a boat set free of her dock.
Finding peace in my brokenness is the most whole I will ever be.
