Apr 2017
The drips of past memories
Rust before the ground holds them,
A grip to keep them still
To let them drown
In a puddle of past lives
Under a surface of false tides
Within a lake of rusted knives
Rust before the ground holds them,
A grip to keep them still
To let them drown
In a puddle of past lives
Under a surface of false tides
Within a lake of rusted knives
