Last Time

And when the band began to play
Disaster took you by the hand
His words unfurled from his lips like smoke:
“May I have this dance?”



You could smell the honesty on his breath
As he slurred his syllables into your ear
And guided you with his hazy vision
To a place far away from here



All that he lacked in warmth
Was compensated with pure charm
His gifts of turquoise fingerprint bracelets
You wore up and down your arms



Tell affection of abuse
Tell beauty of decay
Tell empathy of malice
Tell justice of delay



Tell purity of disgust
Tell fortune of her blindness
Tell art of destruction
Tell friendship of unkindness



Tell innocence of filth
Tell life of its demise
Tell freedom of addiction
Tell need of compromise



Tell honor of infamy
Tell flesh it is but dust
Tell charity of coldness
Tell love it is but lust



Tell harmony of chaos
Tell time that it falters
Tell compassion of cruelty
Tell reality that it alters



Tell reason of madness
Tell fortitude of disgrace
Tell truth of deception
Tell salvation of waste
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