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.

(all is lost;
peering behind the velvet cloth)

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

(all those dreams;
soft and uncertain against my teeth)

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