The Praise You Gave Yourself

Scorched, twisted, bent out of frame

Deluded, lacerated, whose to blame

Out of the darkness you do shine

Oh hail, my friend the sweet taste of wine

With it my power, is only just a myth

Without it I sour, Lord take from me this gift

Can you say forever, without saying never?

Will you boast all day, until I admit you’re clever?

Careful are the days that are weighed without shame

Beautiful are the ways, that are only just the same

Harrowed you fight, only seeking grace

Troubled yet right, see the look on your face

If not but pleasure, will you tell me my fate

Torture me forever, I am a selfish ingrate

Worse are the pearls cast before the swine

Look at the treasure eluding you so fine

You say you have doubts but do you remember

How to fight the cold in the drear December

No one knows who played the right battle

All that is known is who was in the saddle

So heed my word, you darkened knave
Take my words to your empty grave

Leave the lost where they were found

Tie the fable to where it was bound

Hope to not cause too much distress

Maybe this will cause you to confess

And so you run, when nobler men stood

Forever living from a heart made of wood

As times wear on, you must profess

A love whose very name is blessed.

And so you seek to praise yourself true

Claiming every shade, every color, every hue

You don’t know that you are lost

You pay the price without knowing the cost

Simple are you in mind

Hope that you don’t seem unkind

Live without laughter, that’s the key

Or have you found the remedy?

A promise that was made

A shadow in the shade

Do you even recall

The most haunting fragment of all

Or do you finally simple choose
To live a life only you can lose