and so i'm gonna go now
and detox in the shame

you gave up on ****s to give
and i gave up this reign

you left because it was too hard
the same repeated story
i loved you when you weeped
and now i keep that glory

the shade's more fitting than the tree
of the knowledge
i will die

i will not live another week
i love this earth
i love how it speaks

when the ear's to the grindstone
and hands to the ground

the weight of my sorrows
the height of this crown

and all that's donned seems pointless
i'm going to let the voices
take hold of me
in orchardry
and nothing will seem pointless
not even hyperbole

i tried to write you everything
to let you know
the secrets of this game
the show
and here's the final manic act -
i will disappear

but there's no ****ing postcards left
just glass shards of the beer

i'd come with you
i'd fight my way
through every step
of every day

but now i am going back
to where the ghosts stay

it's only my fault...
in the cult of the strays

Another fab write pp..Cool..

In the cult of strays...love that line, especially.

the shades
more fitting
than the tree
i
adore
this
line