Now Ruin Is - Bird of Ill Omen

Cushioned by an alliance of malfunction and ridicule

As days count down and friends rust from exposure to exposure

I’m realizing that i am the waste of reason

Clean and serene, the dirtiest being

I’m the alchemist in reverse, i lost all i was

And i never felt this sick, bellyfull of rocks, rise to throat, this image

never looked uglier, i’m not fooling anyone, neither earth nor sky will grant,

i would love for it to end, misplaced my childhood, overlooked inertia

This piercing stare holds more than lies

I’ve now married the thought, this is not just ink on paper now drenched in

life’s blood

Now drenched in life’s bitter blood

Stagnant relation of space and self

Staggering toward my ruination

These are all just actions to entertain the eye

Hell of a screenplay, who i am?

Empty arms, make me a leper, now ruin is my skill

I will never be happy, i would die to hide

Try to find a shortcut to love