Destinations

It's just a temporary slide back in the abyss

I should've seen it coming from miles away

They've been armed in a sacred cult structure

Shielding me from my oblescent dagger

There was a purpose upon the horizon

A destination

Tangible and fragrant

And I march to ban you

And I march to ban you

And I march to ban you

And I march with a thousand

It's not surprising i should find myself flailing

Having across a bridge of certainty

Back behind enemy lines with no work till Tuesday

I didn't even fuck with the temptation

Got down with little to do

I welcomed old habits like a long lost friend

To spite you

Ashore about a week in Venice

Giving themselves up to the strengths of the menacing darkness

The shrieking howls light or grey and feeble

The sulky trees sad dropping their knees in defeat

The temperature falls

There's a big light switch on

And from time to time

Pharos from the cats