Cadaverous Condition Deathless
counting the stars and the lights in the hills
out on your own there’s no comfort in moonlight
do we still dream of the sea?
aimlessly, desperately
at the crossroads, screaming
“we don’t need your desert gods”
and all the things we never said
and the thing I never said
when all things come to pass
and my world falls apart
there was only you
