We’ll all be sinking no sound no meaning falling until we meet the end The sordid black stretch

We take something designed to be b… We ruin ourselves because we’re un… If it’s accepted by the populace,… The world’s twisted tendrils of th… From ashes we came

I want to sail away and never look… My parched throat will be the only… Dawn, noon, night; only me, the se… Storms are friendly, they invite m… There is a hidden understanding in…

My visible scars, though physically healed, hurt just as much as your hidden o… The disparity is that I can’t con… I alone don’t reserve that luxury.