From Avalanche

Hearts bashed in

And again

In a next-day sun

Know the two who once were one

Still reeling must build themselves their hundredth chance

From avalanche

Blind fighters

Each right brings

Tower back to sand

Blood from every blow that lands

Still swinging

How swiftly words went from sublime

To asinine

Said we

Yet we now

When it

Will we

 

Crybabies

This rain falls only for the thorns

Has our memory grown so worn

Still searching for mind to pry the olive branch

From avalanche

Said we

Yet we now

When it

Will we