Baths

11/19/12

The millions of souls

From the now and ago

Reach me at last

And with them all at once

I want to be with you

For the paths to lead the lax

Without the worth of promise

With sharpened teeth and talons long

Tempt you like the precious tongue

Vivid is the want of food

A city in a tower to devour you

Come along and bring our fate

Put on the face they cannot break

And I will be the silenced shot

The absent rain that brings upon drought

I will set their dimming eyes

Aflame with one glance
This dead demise