drops

This is no time to look inside
when everybody is looking at you
this is no time to tremble
with contained angles
contained angles of pure fixtures

you cant shake whats to be forgotten
dismal portraits of yesterday
raining drops of its texture
stain my canvas

gash

gashing through the snoww in a one ... just kididng



immortality shined in white

hurry up now

these eyes are closing



stare at me

im begging for mercy!

what have we done?

what have we done?



I've hit rock bottom

pick me up now

rib

There is no salvation
no meaning of end
wethered blurrs racing to strech
razors for fingers
grasping at threads
...