Whisperer

You play my nerves like strings, all upside down. try to keep straight...

My limbs are bonding now. Since a few aprils ago, endless chase to send away this...

Tireless persistence of taste.



With a touch of your words I saw the devil sneak between my fingers (all to familiar)

With a touch of your words I've learned to reverse. It's gotten me no where...



A deep shade of horizon gold... the constellations remind me I am home.

We were lit from the west, our silhouettes, yet a sight of industrial-ness

As the silence wins over every word.



What am I supposed to think about wondering round inside out... ?

Patterns don't feel right, still speaking like you know what I'm all about.