Said it's the end that puts one on his feet
Blindfolds and leads him through the mess
Of gentle memories and blood stains
On fingertips of those who know where weakness is
He witnesses the fate throughout the emptiness
Over a universe of secrets he could keep
He chooses one to carry with him
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 3:48 PM UTC
Said it's the end that puts one on his feet
Blindfolds and leads him through the mess
Of gentle memories and blood stains
On fingertips of those who know where weakness is
He witnesses the fate throughout the emptiness
Over a universe of secrets he could keep
He chooses one to carry with him
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