house of sanctuary - the renaissance

 

I knew you before the storm hit, heavy and wild

You played with chances on the pier and double stepped your climb

When the road began turning in dark ways

You switched gears and drove on 

When the scent of a miracle began to fade 

You refused to press pause 

I read into the silence you give me now

The passion that burned like blue flames left you burnt somehow

I imagine it must bruise in the most haunting ways

In bold at the footnotes of your blacklist, lies your fate

When you say we've run our course, does that mean you're tired of me? 

I sensed a classical undertone in the trajectory

Of our fall, and I fear I will rise to the top of your list 

Where making amends is an ask for a death sentence

If I'm a horrible person, what does that make you? 

The devil on both your shoulders, malevolent and shrewd

If I know you, you blacklist my voice and my body

And remember it as the forgotten house of sanctuary

I'm persecuting you and begging for a change in attitude

Your spite is poison you're feeding to your ego 

Your home is on fire from pacing and wasted potential

I lie broken and mended, too many times forgiven

I dive into the satire of your cold and unforgettable 

Our timelines begin dividing to a distance of a thousand miles

As you slip away from me I feel a sense of loss and relief

And hope you do find a new house of sanctuary. 

-auctor