UNTIL ONE DIES

No idea where to go
Looping in a ring of love
Scared is what
We mainly are
Blurred the edges of our scars

We…
We stroll through scenes of years
Yet we’re not sure
Who comes next…

There’re walls of joy
Behind our backs
And seven stitches on each of them
For every sin we’ve ever made

There’s woe-smell ceiling over our heads
So low
We’re rubbing it
When we walk
It wears our hair out
To bold our Souls

And there we lie
Trapped in-between six sides of golden fidelity

The floor below smiles now and then
Its teeth- damn white
Its breath smells Past
It thickens up surrounding air
We breathe it in to get us high

And yet we lie
Trapped into life…