There’s no need to hurry - I’ll find my way around the panic.
Another relapse of conjugated stammering.
Who knows who comes and goes and what eats the soul in silence.
I’m beginning to swell up and I hope its not the breath I take.
And thats exactly what maturity means.
Fermenting piss on the street while the dogs sleep peacefully.
Renouncing all the light that shines beyond the darkness.
I’ll gather my falling words and walk back into the shadow, shadows of secrets and blood.
Theres no need to worry - I know I bring impossibilities.
So much for glory - all the saviours found their death alone.
Who knew, that we had to beg for peace.
Who knew that these scars could set us free.