A Stitch in Time

I held onto one last hope for ages

A hope that you would face this

With me, instead you called me filthy

Watched me tumble down this street

Tired to death by the cars over me

Lied to in depth by the stars while I sleep

What would you have me be

If not a paranoiac's dream

A py-romantic lead

Starring in your sleep

Burning up in this atmosphere

You had me here, and let go

Now I'm drifting through the stratosphere

If I wore deceit on any sleeves

You can keep the shirt, cause it's only

What you think of you, that influences

What you think of me

I've fought this battle as if it were

Ageless, and the time we spent together

Now mere seconds sprawled across the floor

I am a bloody mess, one heart less

To keep, I'll keep breathing and beating so long as

You're still sleeping

Peacefully

And here comes accusation, proving your point by

Conclusion, if only you saw

The variables, maybe your hypothesis would be different

And we could call our souls home

Instead of evicting them

Convicting them, no trial, no evidence

Just an assumption, a trump card

Played against my hands, now they're shaking and typing out

Missives, I miss this, but I'm living still

How is this, Death; so often so certain

Is now indecisive?

I am a complete catastrophe, yes

A mere apostrophe in

This sentence, left with the meat of your words

I find I am a vegetarian

Seeing only the bloody butcher's hands

Hearing only the cries of the innocent

Brought to slaughter just like this

On your sword, well disguised

As a pen.