Exeunt

Exeunt There will be a time when there is too much to fit So i will make room Hammer in hand As blood and bone fall away Like rain upon the deepest ocean of nothing The filth will drip from entry wounds To turn to mush upon the floor With eyes shut tight as i make silent apologies I reflect on black hours and skull in hands As the gold falls into the abyss So will the red And i will crawl beneath the soil to understand My gift to you Just make sure to follow my lead