His plan was to drown me in crimson,
in the name of a consecrated deity...
And I draw breath, parting myself down
the seam like a hairline fracture forming...
Beautiful.
I’m writing again, which translates...
I feel the curtain descending,
My days growing fewer...
Before you eat
your words...
Destined on a dayfall,
A hope that flickers in the night...
Why do I miss you so
even though we're close at heart...
If you keep moving
you can't cry...
Waves
Waves...
As I descend towards a fatal thrall
The landscape plots and twists in my demise...
You've gotten so good at destroying yourself.
You implode with the soft gospels of the past...
she was overwhelming,
so you buried her away...