Farewell Note to This City
This is the real, this is the shame.
These limbs search feverishly for the gift of gravity.
Coarse twine tears clean.
And I have thought about this very instance for all time.
Decades longer that you or I.
Crimson comforting,
Scorching this flesh,
Giving its caring for me.
And I have thought about these moments for all time.
Dangling from a silver lining.
These lungs welcome the crimson tides of misfortune.
Hell to pay, this is my farewell to this city.
Writer/s: Converge