shallowbreath

SIX STRINGS, SEVEN FINGERS

Imagine me in your dreams
unlocking doors with midnight keys
and fleeing a mercy in lunatic schemes
only to bring softer sighs to their knees

You will hear a sickening blast
catching even the termites ear
awaken wucikly and lets scurry above the past
and wink down at the poor eyes who tear in fear

Paralyzed yet sold
this is an impressive day
from tongues of gold
spitting treasure on our nasty way

Apart from your appetite
I'm simply useless
A sandless hourglass floating in a sea of extinction
I strive to taste your worry, this is prime distinction

seems these cluttered days are as lost as us
when an open grave is open arms
even the noble take their leave in the end
I glide beside a generation of hunger

And I am the savior of the severed
quick dashing corners and skulls
observe the etched color of my eyes
like a chameleon crawling between virgin thighs

rest soon
and I'll catch your wandering eye