Blooms of Oblivion - Emma Ruth Rundle

Judas, come close to me

Visit in visions

Tell me the story of how

You swing like an actor in the greyest of gardens

Your tongue hanging free from your mouth

Down at the methadone clinic we waited

Hoping to take home your cure

The curdling cowards, the crackle of China

You say that it’s making you pure

And just like Flowers for Algernon

Something’s diminished

There’s a love like you’ve never known pinned to your finish

One, two, six underfoot and you will rise

And in all of your blooms of oblivion

I love you

I love you, see?

See?

Makr, I’m close to you

To deal your departur

To make sure you’re nailed to the ground

And all of the glamours of treacherous traitors

Have all run away from you now

I will stand over you

To breathe in your vapor

As pieces and parts, they dissolve

You plead as a failure

You wait for a savior

But leave knowing nothing’s resolved

And we bring flowers from Albion up to your vision

Hold back the love that you’ve never known

You’ve only this prison

Straight to the hangman’s noose, are we born this way?

Handing down a fistful of sorries you will never say

I love you, see?

See?

See, say

Say