They all revolved and sang to themselves all my songs and all of my farewells.
I dreamt that it would take apart all their objections, finally win over their hearts!
They all loved me—almost as worship—lined up to receive all the words from my lips.
They all told me how I was skilled and I was perfectly in your will.
Dreams devolve; fantasy.
All that I know is all of me.
I rue the day I ran this alone.
(“You’re far too slow for the passion I’ve shown!”)
Conceit transcribes so fulsomely, until the truth! It crashed through the creed!
There’s something more that I can’t find. There’s something less that’s consumed my mind.
Fading in this entropy is not the way I dreamt it’d be.
Darning all the tearing seams;
hearts ever fray in twisted dreams.
Don’t—don’t move away—but listen.
Hear—oh, hear the ending scream.
Catch the prayers and watch them glisten,
free you from your apathy.
Don’t—don’t dream of all your failures.
Don’t—don’t live in all your feats.
All achievement’s tertiary
to who I want you to be.
Flee! Oh, flee the anaesthetics,
promising a tortured, frail relief!
The lost are screaming for relief!
And I, believing, cannot breathe!
Who will go and tell them? As for me:
I’m left alone.
My strength has shown:
from The Places I Go,
released April 3, 2011
Written by Jacke Karashae.
All parts performed or programmed by Jacke Karashae, except for piano, written and performed by Rick Jackson.