Steeples of the Reaper

Stranger will you leave by the morning?
You laying in place of tomorrows version of you
Overthinking my breathing and the last time I lost it
I thought I found god but it was just a dark hue
Now I indulge any form of touch warm and leaves me colder than I knew
A string of conversations over wine in a small room
You know we’d save them if we could but we don’t have to
People trying to just be people
Looks a lot like Steeples of the Reaper
I don’t want the sequels, this is too deceitful
Wonder if ill meet you whre the light seeps through
Wonder if you’r waitin'
Or am I the one who’s waiting for you?
Doctor, can I leave by the evening?
I’m laying in place of tomorrow’s version of me
Overthinking my stability
And the last time I lost it
It’s there on your paper, written in black and blue