RootedKey

If love is sacrifice you must have misunderstood.

Martyring a person is an unholy abdication,

Not an act of sainthood.

I’d be content as a lamb on an altar could

Were I too sheepish for expostulation.

If love is sacrifice you must have misunderstood.

You gave up nothing my whole childhood.

Condemned me to familial damnation.

Keeping me was not an act of sainthood.

I asked you to quit this impossible task, but you, like Sisyphus, never would.

Your persistence caused continued vexation.

If love is sacrifice you must have misunderstood.

You couldn’t force her into motherhood.

Like you couldn’t be fully responsible for her self-destruction.

But divorcing her was not an act of sainthood.

It is your lack luster fatherhood.

It isn’t my job to step upon the altar for your salvation.

If God would like a sacrifice he must have misunderstood.

Tadpoles leap out of bestial baptism hellishly half formed.

Our pupa stage for all to see;

Unlike caterpillars curled into life’s wings.

Mournful metamorphosis far from that of a prince.

More a monstrous mountain ripping up the earth the reach its peak.

Glory less pest control,

An unworthy metaphor.

I’d draw you like the new moon.

My most hated phase.

Streaks of blazing blue burnt up behind you.

Not a star shining through.

Refusing our gravity;

You’re stuck spinning your wheels to keep from spinning out.

While we drown in the dark age of your erratic tides.

Slipping through my fingers as you slipped through our door.

I fear I’ll see your face nevermore.

Fairytale days fade into over a week.

Agonizing, this losing streak.

I chase you down Escher stairs each restless night.

My fleeting hope a great danger to you;

More motivation to keep pushing through.

“If only”, could mean anything.

The abyss refuses to blink.

Plausible deniability an addicting thing.

I’m the black sheep you sacrifice to your altar of family.

I even say it blatantly, but you’re obsessed with bleeping over me.

It’s too late to walk away.

You already made the choice to stay.

You chose to sacrifice me in vain.

But even on your worst days you still felt the sunshine on your face.

Yeah, I’m an ever growing stain you can’t keep covered up.

And knowing you it is too much to clean up.

You’d rather keep up this never ending dance around broken glass.

You’ve given up on living without the mess.

I’m the morbid dark cloud looming over the day, my storm drowning out this mournful charade.

Giving me grief is such a slap in the face.

Insane you didn’t think I’d like to spit on her final resting place.

You think I’m raising hell?

I think that’s what you did.

And by the way that’s where you’re all headed.

Why is she still a cross for us to bear?

You are finally breaking ground;

Just not in the way we asked.

In a rush to bury the casket like it’s the past.

Only open secrets are never silent; not even in death do they part.

Out of life, out of mind,

We are the architects of our own creation. Just two little pigs with our straws and sticks. Our home ill equipped to weather the years to come. Fixer uppers swept up in a whirlwind romance.

Had I any foresight those words may have been my vows.

Our first dance around his words.

To be frank, I am loveless; I have always loved less.

Drowning deep, deep in a sea of me.

My own sorrow makes others’ hard to see.

Smoking out rescuers. Their pleas just go unheard as I rush head first into the danger.

First responders remain unable; they are all unavailable. I really made them all unavailable?

I locked myself out of all their remaining levels. Potential quests lines I have disabled.

I really shouldn’t say disabled.

Now they are all off the table.

Estranged forever and ever.

Just scorched earth for all my endeavors.

In order to flee some bridges must remain in reach

If it had been written in the stars how can retellings change the end?

Each night I gaze into the abyss you left.

Drowning without your light.

Forever sinking into night.

Wishes fall in vain;

From the inky void you stain.

I trace your actions like constellations;

They shape the dinosaurs devastation.

Pale and disheveled.

Bath salt baptism dissolves your conviction.

Shore to exonerate you from trouble.

Your Sandcastle’s struck by Zeus.

Enchanted as shoes adorned by Cinderella.

Stained with the past;

Cast in your colors.

Everything is charged.

Cracked the foundation.

Toast with your fulgurite.

Knocks against the gods committed by fools.

Dance away your discontentment.

A plague amongst your people.

Let them eat cake of a house divided.

Glass houses don’t make good homes.

We are a people of sticks and stones.

In this glass tomb our family dies.

Todd

To be frank, I am loveless; I have always loved less.

Drowning deep, deep in a sea of me.

My own sorrow makes others’ hard to see.

Smoking out rescuers. Their pleas just go unheard as I rush head first into the danger.

First responders remain unable; they are all unavailable. I really made them all unavailable?

I locked myself out of all their remaining levels. Potential quests lines I have disabled.

I really shouldn’t say disabled.

Now they are all off the table.

Estranged forever and ever.

Just scorched earth for all my endeavors.

In order to flee some bridges must remain in reach

and under me they fall deep, deep in my fiery sea.

Franka

We are the architects of our own creation. Just two little pigs with our straws and sticks. Our home ill equipped to weather the years to come. Fixer uppers swept up in a whirlwind romance.

Had I any foresight those words may have been my vows.

Our first dance around his words.

I don’t dance around mine. I hold the line. Were I to allow him over my resolve would crumble, so I dedicate myself to the wall. Bricks finally enter the construction site.

Toby

You are finally breaking ground;

Just not in the way we asked.

In a rush to bury the casket like it’s the past.

Only open secrets are never silent; not even in death do they part.

Out of life, out of mind,

But I’ve got her hatchet around my neck.

Gift of god, because no name meant surprise

I’m the black sheep you sacrifice to your altar of family.

I even say it blatantly, but you’re obsessed with bleeping over me.

It’s too late to walk away.

You already made the choice to stay.

You chose to sacrifice me in vain.

But even on your worst days you still felt the sunshine on your face.

Yeah, I’m an ever growing stain you can’t keep covered up.

And knowing you it is too much to clean up.

You’d rather keep up this never ending dance around broken glass.

You’ve given up on living without the mess.

I’m the morbid dark cloud looming over the day, my storm drowning out this mournful charade.

Giving me grief is such a slap in the face.

Insane you didn’t think I’d like to spit on her final resting place.

You think I’m raising hell?

I think that’s what you did.

And by the way that’s where you’re all headed.

Why is she still a cross for us to bear?

Fiery stones encase the past.

Long extinct things like Snow White in the glass.

Bejeweled sarcophagi and ancient corpses on display

Hardened reminders of more innocent days.

Hoards of beetles and bugs.

Even infesting locusts that time has ate up.

Thinking a mosquito could unearth the past only could serve to make the rest of us laugh.

Putting your judgment on ice;

As I held out for a sign.

Only to find the resin had set.