Sleeping beneath the sleet, palms to the dirt No lunar glare to mark our course Among the apparitions of a potters field The nameless, the lost, haunting a hollow so far away I never meant to end up here, betrayed by constellations I never meant to end up here, with no bodies of light to guide us home Collapse into earth and be pulled beyond your quarrel No lantern, no compass, no map to be found We set sail against the sorrow having mourned enough Adrift the current, you are not alone Even sinking into the darkness that waits below Beneath the fathomless depths with an ocean upon us.
Posted on: Mon, 03 Feb 2014 04:28:51 +0000
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