Stale

An itch begins inadvertently
as a scar dries up in this shallow sea.
I'm torn.
While stars shine brightly in the sky,
another falls to a lullaby
so scorned.
As drifters play a passing tune,
the audience are none but sandy dunes.
How unsure.
And while Heaven falls down into the night,
Hell reigns high with shining lights
well adorned.

So relate to me;
Did the Devil tell you it's okay?
Did he prick a lisp on all the words
that you've always never heard me say?
Come to terms with me;
Did our world fall so cold and still?
Did the shadows of a marching band
come along to relieve you of my will?

A scratch deepens irrevocably
as the sun splits atoms silently.
So warm.
The night grows dark as white crows fly,
another drawn in by the lullaby.
I yawn.
Another lover led to assume
that calmness derives from her sweet perfume.
They fall.
And while briefly freed from a stationed maze,
the eye succumbs to a coloured haze
well worn.

So dictate to me;
"I want the world to waver at the heel.
Achilles would have never seen me there,
had I the chance to break his will".
Shed the ruse, my dear.
I read your smile a million years too late.
I fell in love with one I'd never hate,
until the day this standing graduates.