Rise and Fall - Good Riddance

Another victim of the rise and fall

Standing naked in the pastures where we graze

Sterile in a darkened pall

Picking pockets of the strangers all the way

Signed off with a cynical sound

Like a chime in a bell so far away

There’s a light in the scyllia there

Just where our tarnished virtue lay

I tore a page from every tome upon the wall

Researched a photograph to find my place to fall

So many celebrated victories of pride

I watch the tide erase the lies down from inside

The lies down from inside

If i gaze long enough into the tortured sky

Parading arrogance in terms we can’t deny

Or is it all in my mind

Mistakes arising implicitly

In light of factions to desperate to fold

And the blind lead the blind

The lights have all gone out