mean me have the glass now so it's true
cuts to save to shave the fatal few
your eyes rewind inside sober stares
i inside my eyes are fulla fear
...
The end of the world
And a siren left for my name
These reaches seething with
Fortune and with fame
...
I will have the same she said
The same bleak road the same shrill head
The same entangled whiskey dust
The parabola into rust
...
This is the farthest I’ve fallen
Through barren dreams
Dust settles on my slaves
Waves stain my offerings
...
with these small steps
away from
going out into
and coming back home again
...
peace with you goes
the window shows
another side
of lies
...
above this small stone, in the great black unknown
is a meteor
the size of the moon
...
this rain
like music without meter
cold and almost ice
but not yet
...
what lasts after
faith is severed
save me from her
soft white offer
...