Crustation Face The Waves
No tomorrows Left in shadow I like the discipline to Face the waves and Drown inside of them My nature is to spin like a Grain of sand whenever a tide comes in The certainties have shifted Words deleted incompleted The hissing drift of wintering Sculpted scar of his words leaves a stain No tomorrows Left in shadow Like beggars we would meet again In the months to come and the years Exchanging consciousness Exchanging reason and tears Released from all the pain Only a bittersweet saver remains And the [parished] have to close A trace of that state of floating is No tomorrows, left in shadow X6
