Ever Tone

Solitude in the face of the old.
Perfected moments delivered via trending.
Harness that which doesn’t quite fit in place.
Remove isotopes embedded deep.
With a smile full of ash and eyes filled with lies.
Petulance continues to send out the weak.
Fodder to cannons mounted on rooftops.
Graveyards surround our every dream.
Bulbs filling in gaps long carved by rounds.
These forgotten digits cannot fix the sounds, as sleep gives way to depravity.
Born for nothing is the shape upon which they feed.
Grasping at notions believed to have been sunk in thick fog.
What has been lost is but a sentence to those that were at one time lost.
Detached under suns of distant skies.
We who stand are but the remnants of the non cast.
Severed from roots that used to connect all that was known.
That which remains are the ruins of our now splintered thrones.
These kingdoms split between the realms of us.
Upon these burning altars came our cemented cost.
In halls where we danced one too many times.
These chandeliers are all that remain in line.
For silence has become the ever tone.
One note which ended with the sharpest bone.
When it was wedged deep between our ribs!