An autopsy to be performed

During the hours of silence

With no time for them to be mourned

In the presence of their absence


Trouble has followed through the cracks

To greet me with immense pleasure

I skitter upon bloody backs

That will show me only leisure


You see through the rain so clearly

A treasure that will give nothing,

And oh, I loved it so dearly,

But love has never been trusting


What exactly am I saying?

I have lost the ability,

To reason with the ones praying

Season of possibility

For people that are still playing

They could control reality,

But they are stuck, contemplating


Idiom

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