Funerals - Pears

The distance Like daggers

Unsheathed, I brace for blades

Mere pinpricks Barely existent

Body and spirit asleep for days

Tandum by default

Funerals of random

Calls and broken baby dolls

Place in disrepair

Usual the case

But if no one else is there

In shambles I ramble

Just to obscure the truth

Half-hearted Covenants

Please don’t make me do this

Tandum by default

Funerals of random

Calls and broken baby dolls

Copacetic lies

The maitre d of most pathetic tries

To empathize

It’s over

Swear to God I’m sober

Emptiness all I know

Unreliable Narrator

Alone in a vocal Booth