Achilles The Cold Floor
Let us wait until dark
The storm is passing over us
Our throats are dry with anticipation
Our first attempts at using our voices
It's been months since we've found words
These nights we hold our heads
with shaky hands
Wondering why we even mutter these words
Wondering why we even mutter these words
It's been months since we've found words
These nights we hold our heads with shaky hands
Let us wait to say our goodbyes
