Passion is pestilence, came up and down with it
rationed my medicine found myself
Addicted to dreaming, with waking up seeming
a little less necessary every week
a weakness so comforting
a penchant for pretending that
I could see a shore on the horizon
but the lighthouse became a liquor store
and so I dove right overboard
into on
ocean of emotionless
treading ignorance
in a fifth of bliss
still it is chased with
a case of reminiscence
headache take my antidote
of opiates and ibuprofen
sick with and of hoping
apathy,
it’s a cold and salty
breeze, but these
old and haunting
memories coincide with my
weak attempts to stem the tide
so I’ll resign to averted eyes
leave her to sequestered suicide
It's unfortunate that Marietta disbanded, but they couldn't have ended on a better note. As it Were is a reflection into a lot of youths' struggle with both aging and losing friends to time, and that it's okay to feel those things, even if for a little while. Halfrican Jones