Forgive me not

I mourn for our lost innocence
And she thinks me mad,
Just like when I sew war buttons onto my jacket
For battles yet to be fought.

Forgive me not my trespasses
Unless you can feel the sincerity in my voice,
Sharp like carved apocalypse rocks
From those ancient paintings that you stole in your zest.

But retrace your awkward steps now
And find a way back to my misfortune.

Lovely one, listen,
I have nothing good to report,
So let us dance on the corpses of our wasted dreams!

Nevermind your scars or my cold indifference;
We can find soothing drugs to heal all that.
Nevermind even the forsaken
That have long since given us up as the jaded lost.
We will drink to their bitterness
With wine as sweet as hidden sapphires.

But come, the fishermen have returned!
We must abscond at that godless hour of the night
In our sleek black ship.
There in the comforting silence of the limitless stars
We will listen to the harried voices of the sea
And search for our twin tombs.

If you aren't afraid to die
In death we could find peace,
Where in life only old age and ennui will court us.
But better first that the sea drives us both mad!
For staring into the abyss has its consequences
Not unlike a wasted dawn or shimmering summer moon.