We brought a chained anchor with us,
Heavy as the future goodbyes,
We ran all day yesterday,
Preyed upon
the smell
of prey.

We took a knife to the heart,
Never stopped tapping your back,
Only for it to be mauled
By
Carefully
Crafted arts.


Sad is the journey that lasts,
And yes, luckily yours lasts,
Don't ask me for a recap
At your
Very last
Pit stop.

And as you're laying down,
You stop and ask yourself why?
What was this thing all about?
Please just don't
Ask me.
Goodbye.