where does the water go the painful river from your eyes when you weep for my sins for the past we cannot erase I feel the thick black emptiness the fluid compressing your heart trembling in your sighs I look down the floorboards swollen with tears bent and pulling loose from the nails they creak and groan under the writhing the electric discharge in the clouds far away is a warning the things we lose separate us like the leaf cast onto the impatient stream |
w o r d s. |
cry |
