tears are drawn up into fingertips in turn corrode the stone calloused gray when it was meaningful now it blends in with your bones oh you could spin a lovely future one scrim between the kiss but on this side amongst the dimming light i almost don t exist i had found you like a monolith five speeds to my exhaust tearing through the moonlit desert salts obsidian eyed and lost here you exist alone in parallel black ring upon your hand thieving seers had fed you oracles so you met all of my demands wearing away two rings a violent end away away asunder i could talk around in circles dragging my dull and worn excuse and i d get whatever i deserve within the run out groove wearing away two rings a violent end