Ignore reason and let the unworthy enjoy you in secrecy

Taut, tired and up for sale

Picked your perfect distress

Stick in a pin as a marker

Whenever you see fit

Things went too wrong too many times

Consider it lumber

And set alight, alight

So go die slow in time,

or reclaim the subject of empty self.

I know you do exist,

but too far in the past.

Stick in a pin as a marker

Whenever you see fit

Things went too wrong too many times

Consider it lumber

And set alight, alight

We follow the echoed lines you borrowed

The hours you've taken

The sinew you've torn apart