The Afterglow

The Afterglow

You know that you’re just a product of the afterglow.
It’s the same every
time. I look to you, when things aren’t right. You said
you’d save me, but
you won’t catch me praying. I scoff at souls on bended
knees, like they’re
all so fucking weak. Take the coppers from my eyes and
leave me, staring
at the sky. With hands outstretched, I hope for nothing
less, but I see
every breath and I know that every prayer is wasted on
a name that’s
faceless. Dear God, I’ve been waiting for so long, but
I just couldn’t
wait another day to see your face… so perfect, so
nothing and so nowhere
to be fucking found. As far as I can see, he’s nowhere
to be found. I’ve
looked everywhere… who’s the king of this God forsaken
town? The name
that’s faceless wears the crown. Permanent resident of
this ghost town. No
days to count since I’ve ceased to exist. I’ve been let
down. Let down my
hands outstretched. I hoped… I saw… I know… every
prayer is wasted on a
name that’s faceless. The faceless king will save you a
seat, right in
front, beneath the weight of his feet. But, will the
faceless king be
watching me fall from heaven to concrete? With hands
outstretched…
we hope.. we see.. we know.. every prayer is wasted on
a name that’s
faceless.