A.I.B.M

A shiver, glowing in your blood,

a rainbow, a figure standing over us,

a shadow thrown

Your quiver, burning into rust,

no, no, no, no

a river, lurking in your lust,

a window

How weak am I

to trust a life in its latest form?

How gloomy am I

to love the light and the way it falls?

As if by magic,

I wasn't makeshift, all along.

As if by magic,

it was automatic, on and on

I won't be there for you,

time won't be fair to you now

Oh my god, akin, begin there, and

oh my god, listen, it's in here, I'm sold