Bring me violence and a catalyst

In a storybook of hope

Thirty cigarettes and a hollow sense 

Of something to show

At the twilight end there'll be limbs to mend

For these bookshelves to claim as their own

Contaminants left on paper threads

Shed a winter to the snow

 

Later, insomnia

Seed the lulling monotone

Indeterminate

Feed the callous to the bone

 

We are fever and thought

At the foot of it all

We are dust, we are dust

 

Indefinite in a safety net

While I'm trying not to cope

Tragediennes through a camera lens

Into listless forms and throws

When common sense is social deficit

Lost my innocence a decade ago

Ultraviolet and I'm trembling

Cast my fortune to the spoke

 

Later, Insomnia

Seed the lulling monotone

Indeterminate

Feed the callous to the bone

 

In our fever and faun

Unweave it all

We are dust, we are dust

And fumes

For river is frost

Our addendum is lost

Upon a shiver in this sea of us

© 2018 The Boy Without A Name

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