Tracks

Could I have sooner seen the signs?

There were none

Those nights to think that you'd been playing

With that loaded gun

The sharpened knife, the silent sho̕t

The air was cold, the spoon was hot

Linoleum

You laid down upon it

When your song was sung

I stumbled upon it

And now i can't get it out of my mind

I've since moved into the wood

With tubes filled with molasses

Know that I did what I could

But strips of your shirts are tourniquets

Now i'm following in your steps

I'm following your tracks