What do we do
Now the future Is dead
Where do we go
When we know
Nothings left
It’s been so long
Since I lost faith
The only reminder
It was there
Is the ache
Memories
For a masochist
Drunk on pain
Of moments
Missed
The world has shifted
And it will never feel
Like home again
All my friends
Have strangers faces
Contorted and grotesque
They’re crawling all over me
A seething, writhing mess
Death takes my hand
A rose in his teeth
We begin a dance
I’ll never leave
The world has shifted
And it will never feel
Like home again
