Two Rings

Tears are drawn up into to fingertips
In turn, corrode the stone
It was gray when it was meaningful
Tears are drawn up into to fingertips
In turn, corrode the stone
It was gray when it was meaningful
Now it blends in with your bones
Oh, you could spin a lovely future
One scrim between the kiss
But on this side, amongst the dimming light
I almost don’t exist
All is lost; peering behind the velvet cloth
I had found you like a monolith
Five speeds to my exhaust
Tearing through the moonlit desert salts
Obsidian-eyed and lost
Though you exist alone, in parallel
Black ring upon your hand
Thieving seers had fed you oracles
So you met all of my demands
All those dreams; soft and uncertain against my teeth
Wearing away
Two rings, a violent end
Away! Away! Asunder!
I could talk around in circles
Dragging my dull and worn excuse
And I’d get whatever i deserve
Within the run-out groove
Wearing away
Two rings, a violent end