i've reached into my pockets
to reveal this horrible prophecy,
that the sun will soon fade,
reinforcing our darkest memories.
thursday morning, the sky is overcast,
i still have the umbrella i brought you
three months back.
you always forget to bring one, you said.
i think about you every time it starts to rain.
Track Name: Euphorically-Dysphoric
hey, what you wanna say to me?
hey, i'm here! you. using all of us,
wasting our lives. me. looking for you,
breaking my hands, breaking all knives.
i pity us the salad days, the past far gone
through trembling hands. the flags we captured,
they all bleached.
our fortresses are turning into pits.
take in sails, the flood subside.
wait for rainfall. pray for god.