Did they teach you the lessons
Did you reap the rewards
And did you learn what finally broke you
Snapped you in half like a twig
Who fell from Mother and gripped
Any fallen decay from winter’s frozen grasp
And on your way to Mother
Did you finally mean to tell her
What you harvested
What was it that you brought her
As tribute, at the altar
I brought my swollen, trembling fingers
Holding withered, dried out lilies
And some vices dressed as poems
Where the words don’t hold much meaning
As they did when I held fire
I held fire to the ceiling
And I burned down every bridge
And I burned down any sympathy
All that sympathy for Hades
I cannot bear it any longer
I feel pain, I do not feel pleasure
But now I’m reaching daylight
And I can finally see the Tower
The one you tore down that last summer
I can finally meet the hour
And I can finally meet myself
Where I’ve always wanted to meet her
And I can finally have a garden
Where I grow out my hair
And I can finally meet her down there
Down by the water, a reunion
I do not need to bring my fire
I can just bring my wild, unkempt hair
And my lilies, and my pyre
And I ignite that wretched desire
And so we build the life
That has always been inside her