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 death 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