It won’t be long when morning comes
we’ll pattern our adamantine waste
A stranger waits along this road
to take me home
There is something when you draw near
I destroy all things I hold dear
Drink the light from a gibbet’s hand
on an ailing shore, where it strands
In every language I’ve confessed
Its haunted name
Where d**h opens her thighs
Our paramour of broken tides
You saw us die
I’ve gathered myself
There is something when you draw near
I destroy all things I hold dear
Drink the light from a gibbet’s hand
on an ailing shore, where it strands
For a vestige of closure
in the pool of an eye
that gained sight in a darkness
that was long before night
I come to say my name, I said
I know he wants it where he goes
I know it takes my lot to live
I know it takes this world to die
In mirrors digged up from the earth
I see myself
lambent upon my childhood fields
in wounds
There is something when you draw near
I destroy all things I hold dear
Drink the light from a gibbet’s hand
on an ailing shore, where it strands