Questionable Remarks

Renounced to the silent harmonies; boundaries to the break
Sliced like a thread held out too long
A facade of silent pledges
A figure built of deceit
Famished now, forced to reap cruel thoughts that not our own
Structured upon a tempest that has drug us out to sea
Choruses played out
Audible for decades
Here I lay comatose and alone now until the end
Once there was a reason to search for something more
But it died at a notion for truth