In the End, We get what We Want

I lie
content to quake here
under this broken glass
asking only to be alone

it's not enough
we'll be watching
the posturing you are
sure to make

They know our inadequacies
and all our harmless
fire is put out by
a restless man
sleepless by design

A howl is let out
briefly, a danger
we've got the trappings of
a far more useful soul

The stranger implies that
fine dining is easy
but please make yourself
at home

A cascade of robbed tears
glistens down our cheeks
a frightful chauffeur
has learned how to react to this

a kiss, unwanted
plays upon dulcet
lips, defined only by
a lack of promise

we're guided, waning,
by a sweet, sweet forgiveness
we affect joy
and metrically embrace

theatrics are constant
in comparison to our
fatalistic sleight of
hand, our signature

every trace we carry
bears the load more:
forever is in the
empty seconds

efforts are made
but with but god's
grace we'll be laid
in solitary sepulchers
stolen from the sun
in our lonely, lonely graves