"At The End of You"
my hands had dried up
my mouth was full of blood
and all the wrong things were wet
there was mostly silence
unsurprising
of a cruel indeterminant type
in desperation i offered edges
a promise to never stop looking back
then in the resulting ruin
sudden certain blinding light
my hands had dried up
my mouth was full of blood
and all the wrong things were wet
there was mostly silence
unsurprising
of a cruel indeterminant type
in desperation i offered edges
a promise to never stop looking back
then in the resulting ruin
sudden certain blinding light