Cave-In-Doctrinate

All The Ones stand in line,
they should match,
but none do.
She doesn’t even know his name.
Give it a week and she’ll be gone.
He could of left at sunrise like she did,
but he stayed in to watch the news.

Spirits in the glass haunt bodies in the dirt;
the drinks were all about the world
he could of drank, but he did enough.
The party went on as festive as before,
but she wasn’t there to notice all year round.

No body wants to dig up their graves to find rabbits.
The cave hides the earth and sea,
and traps the shadow to please.

The dangers of purity are all to clear,
charm and good looks make you gullible,
and suck you to sacrifice.
Being dragged up the jagged hill
he can only weep, but only smile
at the kite that flies higher than was wished.