More Stately Mansions

Heavy of heart, and torn asunder
We shuffle on along this knife’s edge
As wide as any tightrope
All cut to rags and ribbons
Lost at sea like all who’ve sailed her
Glory be to our shared failures
Stitches sewn over broken
Bones pushing out from under skin
Wound about a frame not built to last
All the houses we’ve built that have too many windows to be safe
All the times that we’ve worn ourselves so thin in lies that we create
All the things we hope we will be remembered for when we are gone
All the secrets behind locked doors we couldn’t have told anyone
Lost at sea like all who’ve sailed her
Glory be to our shared failures
Stitches sewn over broken
Bones
All the cities we’ve made from scratch inside the basement of this house
All the wounds hardly stitched that any sword could rip inside from out