The wounded stand together now,
For all the wicked world to see.
Waiting there in the reflections
Of what tomorrow cannot be…
Swallow the sweet nepenthe
Let it take all that it wills.
Hope the pain follows the past
As this godly nectar kills,
Each trespass burned so deeply,
Every word spoken in rage,
Each scar that the world has carved
From my skin down to the page.
Looking around they gather
All the fallen and their fight.
Losing all sense of purpose
Here in the cold grip of night.
Swallow the sweet nepenthe
To numb the chaos and pain.
Hope it calms this broken mind
Banishing this sad refrain.
Left behind from subtle torment,
Countless instances of loss,
Buried fires that still burn,
Fading traces of the cross.
Looking around they gather
All the fallen passed the brink.
Lost to the roads that brought us,
To those who bid us all to drink…
The wounded stand together now,
For all the wicked world to see.
Waiting there in the reflections
Of what tomorrow cannot be.
Crushed by the weight of this cruel world,
By the hands which they’re mistreated
And now they all gather and wait
To finally be defeated!
Swallow the sweet nepenthe,
Go on and follow it down.
Vanishing that part of me
That once fought hard to be found.
Crafted from the faint fallout
Left behind by broken ties,
From unforeseen betrayals,
From these disconnects and lies.
Looking around they gather
Moving in to close the ranks.
Bracing for the floodwaters
Now rushing o’er the banks…
The wounded stand together now,
For all the wicked world to see.
Waiting there in the reflections
Of what tomorrow cannot be.
Crushed by the weight of this cruel world,
By the hands which they’re mistreated
Knowing none of them shall be left
Once the waters have receded!
Swallow the sweet nepenthe
Let it take all that it wills.
Hope the pain follows the past,
As the water o’er us stills…
(10/13/11)
