Fistful of Powder

I found some peace and I cut her close
But this holy ghost was something unforseen
Now what remains of a love we strangled
Shyly dangles just beyond our reach
A fistful of powder whose hissing grows louder
Is leaving me grain at a time
I've gone and allowed her, this fistful of powder
To bleed me of all that was mine
Shitdicked by critics and bickering nitpicks
And cynics who doubt by design
The pitfalls of power, come magna cum laude
Which keeps me from mumbling mine
I'm sick of these so-called heavyweighters
Masturbators yanking on my string
Though there's no stopping the world's inertia
For all it's hurts I hardly feel a thing
Like fistfuls of powder come peals from the tower
A deathknell tolls out its demand
Repel the invaders and string up the traitors
That pilfer the fruits of these lands
Born of Poseidon and standing beside him
And clutching with trident in hand
In my final hour these fistfuls of powder
Will spread themselves loose on these sands
I'm sick of these so-called heavyweighters
Masturbators pulling at my leash
Now what remains for us choked and strangled
Shyly dangles just beyond our reach
Come home, now what's your boy gonna say
I'd been away so long print near forgotten my way
Down on my knees there's such a splendid bouquet
I've come here to purge myself before your burgeoning page