C3

Mused by the warmth of putrid drapes
stained by a thousand lover’s scrapes
I seek you.
Drenched in the ire of sour grapes
that no one ever dared to traipse
I seek you.

Devotion in demotion
Yet, I seek you.

I seek you in the land of lullabies
I seek you in a strand of alibis
I seek you.

Bisected in a fork of fame and shame
in dreams I forged this dream to maim
I seek you.
Elated by the screams of circumstance
and sated by the gleams of desistance
I seek you.

A nation of conation
Yet, I seek you.

I seek you in an ocean of despite
I seek you in all the whys gone trite
I seek you.

I seek you.