Bereft - Drewsif Stalin's Musical Endeavors

Vodka on your breath.

Heart devoid of dreams.

Hope that left so long ago.

Mangled by paternity.

Wine on your breath.

Mouth full of hate.

Hope that left so long ago.

Mangled by maternity.

The apple falls directly below the tree.

But the tree is dead

Which leaves the apple

Rotten as can be.

Wary me.

Parry me.

Carry me.

Bury me.

Wary me, Parry me.

(Line approaching line.)

Carry me, Bury me.

(End apprehending end.)

Wary me, Parry me.

(Line approaching line.)

Carry me, Bury me.

(End apprehending end.)

Bright futures thrown away

In the name of an escape

Words from aspiring artists

Replaced by silent mouths agape

Nights forgotten,

Vice begotten.

Wary me.

Parry me.

Carry me.

Bury me.

Line approaching line.

Bereft behest.

Bereft behest.

An authors voice

Silenced on a blank page.

Numbing the sting of inadequacy.

Unfair exchange: thought for naught.

Leaning on crutches meant for killing slowly

Now you can only bide your time

The apple falls

Directly below the tree

But the tree is dead

Which leaves the apple

Rotten as can be

Line approaching line.

End apprehending end.

Rotten.

Fertile, though rotten through.

Germination begins as corrupt seeds

Spread their sickness through the landscape;

Infecting all.