Subtle and submissive I consider it and wonder why the weavers
motives are so hard to see.
Certainly a pleasure not to be the one.
Ease me off and teach me all the details of my ending.
Wide eyed and full of lies these reapers I am rending.
A long white trail and coffin nails to hold me from the bottom.
Security in ignorance it seems.

So careful not to let you go, it's meaningless and we both
know his blindness is only temporary.
Before too long he'll hear it all and you will beg his pardon.
During the time of which we bleed, I'll lose all sight of wants
and needs.

The matter hugged from soil to sun form the shell rest in his gun.
The flesh and bone between us rips,
you and I apocalypse.