Guitars to gentle strings
From screams to softening whisper
Faking your own death
With only the shadow left to betray
We can claim identity as our own
Cast your line
Into the chasms of glossy disavow
Lay your armor beside my sheath
Naked, bare we’ll wander till
We blend into the deepest sea
With evenings gaze upon eternal sleep
Awake we shall,
To endorphins, ambitiously haze-like, states of dream
A dampened cloth upon tempered steel
For wounds severe,
Its moist caress forever heals
Will you fake your own death and come with me?
