across the mountains and high seas
i want to travel as far as the moon can see
and still a little more to numb my thirst
as far above the sun as below the dusk
until the night howls and winter combusts
all around the spring singing of hurt
until the autumn grows loud enough to rust
until the day burns and stars submerge
wandering down the ways uphill a bliss
where mermaids drown and the gods sit
somewhere far where the flowers hiss
and all the pieces are where they fit
there where the clowns cry and live
from nowhere to across all the towns
carrying not an ounce of pain or a crown
in temples of Angkor with nothing to give
at the end of a rainbow and rain profound
the hollow windows and barren grounds
from rotten whispers and forgotten blitz
where demons prowl and angels ****
very depth of hell and under the ground
i'll travel as deep as a melancholic sound
under my skin crawling all the way down
the thunder and my sins all in a 'round
where the lights are dim and bound
with my plastic grin and elastic faith
down the road where none can be found
i'll wait there and sin with all my hate
so come for me before i go to waste
so come for me before it gets too late
so come for me before i close the gates
so come for me and come with a blade
so come for me before i fade,
so come for me before i name my price
so come for me before i wake,
so come for me before i take my life.
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC
across the mountains and high seas
i want to travel as far as the moon can see
and still a little more to numb my thirst
as far above the sun as below the dusk
until the night howls and winter combusts
all around the spring singing of hurt
until the autumn grows loud enough to rust
until the day burns and stars submerge
wandering down the ways uphill a bliss
where mermaids drown and the gods sit
somewhere far where the flowers hiss
and all the pieces are where they fit
there where the clowns cry and live
from nowhere to across all the towns
carrying not an ounce of pain or a crown
in temples of Angkor with nothing to give
at the end of a rainbow and rain profound
the hollow windows and barren grounds
from rotten whispers and forgotten blitz
where demons prowl and angels ****
very depth of hell and under the ground
i'll travel as deep as a melancholic sound
under my skin crawling all the way down
the thunder and my sins all in a 'round
where the lights are dim and bound
with my plastic grin and elastic faith
down the road where none can be found
i'll wait there and sin with all my hate
so come for me before i go to waste
so come for me before it gets too late
so come for me before i close the gates
so come for me and come with a blade
so come for me before i fade,
so come for me before i name my price
so come for me before i wake,
so come for me before i take my life.
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