Monday, October 6, 2008

An ambiguous poem/song

Recluse

fragmented remnants of a broken heart

all that remains from what’s been torn apart

my trust, my hope, my all

the ignominious fall

the fall from warmth, the fall from love


the boy you betrayed

the man that you made

a man acutely aware

of this carnal nightmare

this nightmare known better as life


[chorus]

so goodbye to this battlefield called love

i’m tired of exposing these veneers

all the pain, and all the false promises

i’m finding comfort in my reclusion


my reclusion, the art of seclusion

far better than a false love’s delusion

yet i can’t fight the desire

but must quench the fire

and spurn the romanticized ideals


what’s the difference in winning and losing?

just in playing, the loser’s aren’t choosing

so save yourself now

lucidness is how

discourse slays the visceral lure


[chorus]

so goodbye to this battlefield called love

i’m tired of exposing these veneers

all the pain, and all the false promises

i’m finding comfort in my reclusion