Just another beginning for a reflection that's out worn its welcome
Two figures walked in honesty
And i could feel deafness
Gnawing at my fingertips
If i could gnaw my fingertips
Two figures walked in honesty
And i could feel deafness
Gnawing at my fingertips
If i could gnaw my fingertips
Impatient itching a growing mutiny what is left of flesh slowly,
Beaten down by an unchecked brow
If i could force a conclusion
Then i would breathe in consequence
If i could dream in consciousness
Bleached out sands, oubliettes, the endless white rooms of mansions
Tease a prayer- remember to forget
A thousand forms of apologies, anything to escape this fifteen minute dream.
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