Emma Ruth Rundle - Blooms of Oblivion

Judas come close to me
Visit in visions
Tell me the story of how
you swing like an actor in the greyest of gardens
your tongue hanging free from you mouth

Down at the methadone clinic we waited
hoping to take home your cure
The curdling cowards, the crackle of china
you say that its making you pure

And just like Flowers for Algernon
something's diminished
There’s a love like you've never known pinned to your finish
One, two, six underfoot and you will rise
And in all of your blooms of oblivion
I love you

See?

Maker, I'm close to you
to deal your departure
to make sure you’re nailed to the ground
and all of the glamours, of treacherous traitors
have all run away from you now

I will stand over you
to breathe in your vapor
as pieces and parts, they dissolve
You plead you as failure
You wait for a savior
but leave knowing nothing’s resolved

And we bring flowers from Albion up to your vision
Hold back the love that you've never known
you've only this prison
Straight to the hangman’s noose, are we born this way?
Handing down a fistful of sorries you will never say
I love you

See?
Say