Archive No.7: Bastille - The Imitations of Art

 

The voice in the stone echo's in my sleep

A deep growl, an audible frown is this a warning? 

I wait for the signal but I've been too naïve to trust anything

And so I settle into the Bastille, forever afraid to leave 

The wind howls into the night and slaps the waves each time

Onto the shores, its burning abode, my fingers turn blue and I'm somebody new

I slow down when the path grows steeper and turn away

I settle into the Bastille, and stare into space for the rest of my days

My bed of stone and the deafening storms keep me company

A fortress of hope, I built with my loss and my poisoned humility

My clothes are torn and I'm ashamed that I've fallen too fast and too deep

And so I settle into the Bastille, and watch the shame grow endlessly

It spreads to my lungs like smoke and stiffens up my body

The walls rage in red and the canon balls start pilling 

My only defense is to run as far as my legs can take me

And soar as close to the sun before the Bastille knows I betrayed it

I abandoned it like every safety net I fell through 

Got caught in the branches of time in pursuit

Of another home and another sorrow I can fall for

And so I settle into the Bastille, and wait for another war. 

-auctor