Gloam
The reckless oaths of youth
Our futures, shrouded with ghosts
Each division, with precision, tears me up
Are you receiving transmissions?
Do you copy?
What’s your position?
Is anybody out there?
A stranger in my own home
Re-ignited fear
Open my eyes & disappear
With colourful flaws
That echo through eternity
Our division, my superstitions haunt me
Does it crush you? (I feel it crush me)
I’m at fault
Does it linger? (A constant looming)
Re-offender
I can’t pass on blame when its there to share.
A fading image of who we were.
My recollections come and go.
On repeat, constant cycles.
These divisions, my inhibitions come and go
Finding things I thought I’d lost
Losing things I’d never had
These divisions, their incisions, cut me up.
Sometimes we lose our way
But I can hold dear those memories
