following me are the devil's thieves
they ask if i'm alright
but i can hardly see
through the purples
and the blights
and the blinding bright lights
and in my grief i can't help but scream
nearing the edge of a bottomless stream
though the waves are violent
this trench remains silent
i claw at the cliff i'm tumbling down
to no avail
i simply drown
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 5:06 PM UTC
following me are the devil's thieves
they ask if i'm alright
but i can hardly see
through the purples
and the blights
and the blinding bright lights
and in my grief i can't help but scream
nearing the edge of a bottomless stream
though the waves are violent
this trench remains silent
i claw at the cliff i'm tumbling down
to no avail
i simply drown
