Dawn is creeping through your windows,
Pouring light onto your bed,
Laurels whisper all their sorrows,
Lies come streaming through your head.
The incense fills your mind with visions
In the form of cigarettes,
The future does not hold solutions,
Only feelings of regret.
You sit and think and stumble
Grabbing threads from the three Fates,
Your desperation makes you crumble
Like the blooming trees of hate.
"Know thyself" was just your slogan,
So you searched behind your eyes,
You peered inside your bloodied organs
And made yourself the sacrifice.
The gift of foresight was your downfall,
And perhaps that's what you saw,
The frozen ruins of your temple
Whose icy walls will never thaw.
But I know I can not blame you
For defying prophecy,
Delusions spread like mildew
In a false serenity.
You foretell all of your tragedies
For they have happened once before,
A trial wrapped in pleasantries
That wound up at your doors.
Those haunted by the ashes
Have felt the scorch of flame,
You hide behind your lashes
And then hoard all of the blame.
"You knew that this would happen,
And you were supposed to stop it!"
But your heart blooms not on aspen
And you are nothing like a puppet.
You are not here to be burdened
With the silks of destiny,
Do not be disheartened,
You are here to tell a story.
You are free to fret and heave your heart
When you can not shut your mind,
Lessen woes through song or art
And leave all of this behind.
You can not stop the flood of thoughts,
That's just how your brain is wired,
Please close your eyes, dear oracle,
I know that you are tired.
THE IMAGE IS NOT MINE
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