Incongruency

He lingers
He calls me like a maniacal lover, waiting at the tide of his beloved
But she drowned long ago in its waves

He won't relent
in the midnight he calls to me
and when I open my eyes to silence and solitude
there I ache for him

Why do I ache at all?

could it be he never took my hand
could it be he never lead me to the grave

where the sheets were stained and my hands were chained
behind that great stone
could it be your mercy's flawed -- in need
of restoration
a poet's pen

could it be we are really bigger than him?
still, you won't relent

soaked in your casket
I, clenching fists at the bestial stares
meet eyes far too allied
They which wonder at a wondrous love
too embittered to conceive

So I burn the pulpit and strip the robes
I pull their tongues out with stones
I beat with sanity
mock with strain
to help reveal their paltry refrain

But you call my name
and you call my name
still you call my name

So could it be he never took my hand
could it be he never lead me to the grave

where the sheets were stained and my hands were chained
behind that great stone
could it be your mercy's flawed -- in need
of restoration
a poet's pen

could it be we are really bigger than him
...still, you won't relent

and i ache
i ache for you