MY BEAUTIFUL DAY

My Monolith looms like the god I've never believed in My limbs have been cut, yet grow back without any reason Corrosion speaks pain, a language I find too convenient While whispers weave lies so I can comfortably dream them My smoke still stains my desire My scent burned away by the fire Honesty preached by a liar While I worship my only pariah My apathy sleeps with the whores who drink my convenience My blood flows away in images cut from achievement Forgiveness forgets but remembers where I have retreated While my shadow escapes in the wind, ashamed by my treason