years buried deep within the flesh of my eyes
but here we are
what can our relation be
the snows of ruin set atop my head
a mere empty mausoleum nursing images of the atrocities committed to a soul
and still you gaze up at nothing with such devoted stare
a foundling am i to you instead
what to say to stave off the pain of the roads ive dared to wander
yes into your eyes id smile and say no one will ever hurt you again
words a cocktail of anesthesia a wonderland never to reveal itself
my name for you is kid
i am your shadow your scout your secret service slave
kid you will never be alone again but the poison runs too deeply in my veins
good intentions this time will drive us both to a new and improved hell
where the earth is windy with dirt