as i stand with a white mind in a tainted storm
we remain desperate kids
singing savior songs through black lines

my only real request is a freshly delicate evil sound
inherent evil
filled to the brim with
rattled talk
living deserts
downtown giants
and marching mirrors

but im filled with
waking blindness
as
breathes shake
and disappointment calls

i travel to a forgotten land
only found through desperate drift
beating veins
and an old dead wish
goodbye to ripped shoes and
concrete things like breathe and purpose

im but a plight knight
with sin anew
seeking scared mountains
and painted soft wet lips
deaths sweet kiss