Evanescent

I reside beneath you... yet I fail to see how,
You paint over the past truths... with one lie from now,
I stand beside you... and I take yet another vow,
You watch observantly, raising yet another brow.

Will you not release... thrust me into a sanctuary for mortal peace?
Will you not cease... my perishing through immortal decay and decrease?

In my silence... lies the evanescent beauty of a given sound,
Cry your tears from the sky... and I shall drink them from the ground,
So very lost without you... and in your absence I am profound,
A king of all that is miserable... miserable as a king uncrowned.

Will you not reveal... that I have nothing left for you to steal?
Will you not conceal... that I have nothing left in me to feel?

I hold so many questions... you always give the same answer...
This is your theater... and I am your perfectly puppeteered dancer...
What makes this work? What makes you my everlasting cancer?
Help me... these words are the high to my paralleling trancer.

Will you not take... one of the many sentences that I make...
Will you not break... one of the many meanings that I rake....

Bring me your troubles... let me take your pain,
Maybe such is my fate... am I so destined in vain?
Another flame... forming throughout my inside plain,
Inextinguishable... only fueled by my outside teary rain.