life as a hole

After all
The times we fell short
We came back again
Chalked up the win
And counted your losses
Lost in all the sin
Shattered from within
Shouldered what’s left
And I kept the rest to myself

Sanctity
Is extinct
In this city
I’m sinking deep
Bringing me
A pleading of please
On pins and needles
Feeding me
I feel it deepening

All without the reasoning
The truth sometimes is sickening
If you cover me so
No one will ever know
I was here in the first place
Where all the memories go
Wasting slowly away
Running in place

We are coming clean
And we fall into place
Taking the space
As we all
Fall from grace

Fortunately for you
You can make it out
My life as a hole
Within the shadow of a doubt
The same scenes are growing old
By all means I’m not meaning to
But I’m growing cold


© 2008 by Matt Bonham