Please listen, I must explain:
There was me, there was you and there was flickering flame,
There were leaves and lies and there was rain,
Which courses and swarms us all with comforting shame.
For that flame sparks off an age of falling ash,
Leaves dampen, rot, as we commence requiem mass,
And lies, sometimes, so preferable to truth,
Because it’s easy sometimes to pretend I don’t want you.

I can see that we won’t be,
But I can always pretend,
I know now without a doubt,
There’s no beginning, only the end.
So let’s pretend.

Today I woke from Seroquel dreams and strangled screams,
Today I saw the flame rise over the mountainside,
Today I pretend to be young again,
Now devoid of my youth, engulfed at high tide,
The skies, the seeding ash, the aging stone,
Were the colours of our eyes as they met,
They all seemed to fade, day by day; but
Isn’t the sunrise more beautiful because we know it shall set?

The flame burns down to the wick,
down to the core and ignites the dead,
The leaves merge and soar,
As the breeze catches the smoke, catches the ash and spreads it upon us,
Flakes splinter at the touch.

So let’s make an island where the violets grow,
Where the newborn bodies can freely roam,
Through the grass that catches the wind and lets it go,
As the sky casts a purple glow.

So we’ll make this island but the grass will grow,
And the tangled madness which is now our home,
Soon these worn paths only our weary feet will know,
And the sun sets and only embers glow.

Ex flammis, qui semper arderent,
Hi manes obscuri serpent,
Per flumenes lucis intorquentes,
Et omnes libros lente suffocatus iri.