Boston - ALCHEMICAL

 

As I mourn the loss of something

That was never mine

I hold my breath for three minutes

Hear the sound of my blood

Reminding me I'm still alive

Floating on the purple- pink Lilo 

Half swallowed by a cyclone of chance

I look through the stained glass windows

Dye life into my perceptions again

I followed through on my compulsions

And if I need to stay a little longer

Leave me be to fall asleep half-witted

Like a golden light on the brinks of a burning altar

I drink my angst down like poison

You can take my silence for what it is 

For I'm still pinning over the sunset

I've never seen outside these delusions

So I flew back to Boston

Half of my life forgotten

I swallowed my judgement

And unboxed by prudence

I stepped out of my coffin

My death dress all crumpled

Cinders on my tapestry 

And my oak wood table

My chalice overflows

High on temporary adjustments

You can take my patience for what it is

A chance I've taken on everything I've never known

I still recall a version of Boston

I never knew outside this devotion

One I would never mourn

And one that would remain forgotten.

-auctor