Fault Line

A static drone swarms your ears
Flattened highs
Stifled tears
Current pulling back
With no warning
True to form
By your lone sum
Long-known sum
Second thoughts
Wired in
Venting on
Rival winds
Seal off your way back
From this portal
Self-exile
By your lonesome
Long-known tales of sorrow
You search your family
For those who claim you’re wrong
As if no one recalls what was said
A certain memory
Resembling a séance
Won’t let you part with your past
And inside your rift
You’re home
Let it come
Warm your bed
Vitriol
Cold and deaf
Sift through the wreckage
Find your motive
Polarized
By your lone sum
Long-known tales of sorrow
You burn in effigy
The ones who plague your love
As you cope with the loss of your friend
The skill of that which lets you
Come away a player
Won’t let you barter with your guilt
And this side of your rift
So long you’ll play on
All on your own