The Sliver

THIS IS A PLACE CALLED VILLAINY

WE’RE ONLY HERE FOR THE REST OF OUR DAYS

WE’RE IN A MOTOR CRASH, COLLIDING WITH FATE

SPINNING IN FLAMES THE WAY THAT WE SLAM ON THE BRAKE

 WITH THE DESOLATES

 COVERED OUR EYES TO THE SIZE AND THE BREADTH OF IT

 WHERE A SLIVER OF HOPE REMAINS

 REALIZE THAT THE PRIZE WAS THE DEATH OF IT

 

WHAT HAVE WE LEARNED IN THESE SUNLESS WASTES?

WAS WE LEFT IN OUR WAKE WAS BUILT TO ERASE

AND YOU CAN’T HIDE, OR DENY WHAT LIES UNDER THE VINES

IT IS SERPENTINE, AND IT FINDS ITS WAY TO THE DEPTHS OF OUR LIVES

 WITH THE DESOLATES

 COVERED OUR EYES TO THE SIZE AND THE BREADTH OF IT

 WHERE A SLIVER OF HOPE REMAINS

 REALIZE THAT THE PRIZE WAS THE DEATH OF IT

 BUT IF I SEEM LESS THAN GRACIOUS

 CEDING THESE VICTORIES TO YOU

 WHERE NONE BUT A SLIVER OF HOPE REMAINS

 PIERCING THE ARMOR AND STRAIGHT TO THE VEINS

 ALL WE CAN DREAM OF

 IN GARMENTS OF CHAINS

 IS ONE SHINING MOMENT

 WHERE A SLIVER OF HOPE REMAINS