Feral

My fur is matted with the dust of forgotten sadness
And my tail twitches not with fortitude
My eyes hold still the sight of you
After all these years and years
The rings, they have bled into solid blackness
My mask I can no longer wear
Everything old I have washed in the river
Everything I cherished I give up here
What will become of this vicariousness
After the lids are all locked down
There will be nothing left to salvage
Unless you throw yourself away again
So I continue to shake off the memories
And roll amongst them again in my sleep
Forever stained by the mere thought of you
I am but a sorry glance at the side of the highway.