Segue to Lord

28 Nov

… surveyed daily wreckage from a home in bleeding trees,
Albion had practiced killing principles,
i had nursed my fear of love, with pickled hands that couldn’t grasp the gift,
did well at disappointing god above…
and how to hide my heart inside my fist,
while what destroyed me fit me like a glove…

she: “where’s your girlfriend…?
(sees something) “is that drugs…?”
“i feel like you totally understand me…”
Albion: “sorry, uh… what was your name again…?

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