Like a hand that throws a punch your tongue makes a fist at me
Once you open your mouth I taste our ****** history
But how long do you think you can amuse the face of lust
Before you see it in yourself, a body in the flood
To all the ends the water goes and carries you away
Begins to settle down until you start another day
Inside the lines you've drawn upon the places you have been
Exists a world you cannot see unless you shed your skin
You took us there so long ago but left me on my own
With vision disappearing in the punches you had thrown
But if you have it in you still to wake your sorry self
Then come to me and let it be as though you never left

It wouldn't be
my place
to tell you what
you want to hear To
play with your delusions,
make the devil's horns appear
I'd rather be a figment of the thoughts you never seek
The ones
that won't betray you when
you've fallen into sleep
At ease with all the pressure
there's enough of it to
****
To keep you in your
head until its growth is stunted, still
you never thought you'd see the heavy future
you can feel
But there is nothing else, today has
never felt so
**real

his hands are full of stories
he may never get to tell
and wandering the streets today
he must've thought they fell
the memories are staggered
shorter, closer, weaker
s t i l l
together their depiction
was a life he had until
he sat upon the stones
and let the cold into his head
erased the only thoughts
that reassured he wasn't dead
but now the days are passing
with a quickening delay
and everything he hadn't said
is chasing him away
so if you see him running
tell him time is running too
that if he can't outrun it
there is nothing he can do