Fortasse

[Bhryn]

How to break or save it,
How to keep it when it's gone
How to pretend the pieces fit
How to make it into a song.
An echo of someone past
Or the future wake of no-one new;
That sensation of being lost
To bend your head at holy pew;
And pray to a god who isn't there.
The shattering silence in the din
Of souls that cannot ever care
And when you're waking, falling
Hitting the ground fast and hard
Lie again that it's all over.
Lie with words that no bard
Could twist into a cover
For everything that you are
And everything you want to be.
Instead feel bitter and aware
That you've lost everything. Free
Is what you knew, unchained
Unfettered by anyone and go
Then into the world, unrestrained
By anything that moved you.
But when you come back here
Broken up and still so hollow
Please pretend that the ear
Of people hear your sorrows;
Please pretend that this life
Is fine enough for you and yours
So you can ignore pain or strife
And focus on your helpless flaws.
You'll tell yourself that this
Is the sound of your hurt;
That you're breaking down to bits
And there is nothing worse.
You'll know how to smile
And cover up the pain in the dark;
And the beats that you miss
Is the absence in your heart.

B xxx