The Architect
A canvas of a faded blue
A cloudless post-sunset sky
A lone lamplight on the street
Flickers on irregular beats
The howling dogs in distant waves
Predicting what would come to be
The one they called the Architect
Demolished himself in his vagabond mind
He burned the blueprints in his head
Crumbled foundations at the stroke of his pen
And the world collapsed around him as he wept
For the one who broke his heart took one too many steps
A storm is brewing to the East
A pitch-black wall rolling in fast
A lonely tree in a barren field
Stood up straight when others ran
The screams of panic in the air
Carried by a perilous tide
The Architect had nil to lose
Until he found his reason why
He blew to splinters all the doors
That she had closed the day before
And the ground trembled as he screamed in pain
For the one who broke his heart made him shed the rain
The Architect made one last plague
To try and maybe see her face
He stopped all crises in the world
And disappeared forevermore
Forevermore
He's trying to
Get your attention
He's waiting to
See if you'll notice
He's given you
Plenty of chances
You keep him from
Falling to pieces
A canvas of a faded blue
The sun has set, she never came
The moon awaits her dear return
In which he never sees light of day
The Architect, a lone lamplight
In a universe of constellation streets
Eclipses every single night
Watching his love burn away
Writer/s: Matt Thibeault