This Pair..

My dear, my dear

Have you fallen out of love?
You must have, I'm sure
Because it's the feeling of falling..
That you love

Indulge in decadence
Heed not into salvation
Forget making sense
Fall right into temptation

Ride around town
In a perfect war machine
Smoke the cowards, kill them all
Let God sort 'em out

Taunt the hasty,
Flaunt grace recklessly in vain
Make the patient wait
Dedicate a beautiful torture

Full of rapture and spunk
The raging ocean dies now
Riverbanks sealed, lake's dry
The Great Flood gone shallow

No ship can chart, no man to paddle
Vices grip tight, choking islands
Of fantasy and disbelief, too sour
Tragic in suspense, grounding reality

The magic played tricks on us
Pulled a hat out of a rabbit
Run, rat, run.. the ship is sinking
Maybe even sandbag the self

Just out of old habit
They do die hard
My dear, a broken soul
The next fall is an ode

A toast to my spirit departed