In waiting for..
Waiting for the signs to bring.
The first to
There never was a night like this
How could there ever
wrestled on its back
the ego showed his face
charged up, recieving
came
secrets in here
claim no belonging
together again
or send me to madness
i
scattered throughout now
indefinite form
willed to find strangers
in the wick
"Scars torn open
Bondaged slave
Eating my wrists"
A thrust that numbs the
now as the lights go down
deeper now it seems
and although it can be argued
whether time will ever come
what came as no surprise
to a jaded mind no less
insight
cowardice, this chain of events
gather and plot the ensnaring of
What we always fear and loathe.
Becomes of us.
Repay the visit
deeper shades of red descending
smear our names, the stains unending
turn
