I heard you howling in the distance, saw your fading reflection in the crimson moon Your tone smelled of something different, in a pitch only those of the same pack know
We mostly hunt alone and rarely cross paths but when we hear the call of our own we abandon the chase we return the call, we charge fearlessly into the darkness.
We’ve burnt houses trying to save the ghosts we loved
Our blood shivers most violently from the lost words of lovers on December nights in half full full size beds.
Those of us who stood in pouring rain and left what we found there in a memory of a new beginning to keep it safe from ourselves.
We’ve burned and swallowed the ashes of so many maps to Neverland and we can’t remember the way We’ve caused shadows in smiles, emerged from the dirt with rage of a stubborn heart that continues to beat. We’ve seen the heights of the universe and plummeted to the depths of dimensions beyond dimensions We’ve lifted our arms and eyes more times than we’ve found what we’re searching for
Our hope torn apart by being laid in a forgotten grave Our talks with Saints make **** a familiar place like the sanctuary of your freshly washed childhood blankets and the way they swallowed everything you were
We solo hunt in crimson moon rays and share different parts of the same wilderness
The worlds can only crush your skin if you are alone,
We return the call with the smell of something different charging through the darkness