Sweetness have they cut you down and bore far beneath your war machine. They found your weakness let the vultures scream for more. The mass of silent deaf can only lead the blind so long before we see the final moment breaking down what used to be.

We are the vacant, the wasted and falling faster now.
We are the faceless, the nameless our blood won't hit the ground.


In a dream I held your head and read your final words to only me. They found your weakness floating face down next to me.

Beyond the stranger, beyond your strange.