And the ship went down in sight of Land.

I just woke up

can't feel any redemption throught my throat

only a sad, jaded morning crossing my window.

does not matter how shiny

does not matter how bright

missing you is to live in a timeless night.

Right now I can hear the silence, rotten plot of every hour to come

maybe I'll prepare a skeptic smile

maybe I won`t.

I turn my back, prepare the rusty weapon

It seems this lack may be hardly carried upon

your truth returns to my soul's army, (so metaphysic but it might)

does not matter how shiny

does not matter how bright.



Underneath every part of this moment,

I am listening and I am not listening because it is

something I am feeling all over.



-Dandelion