Well that is that and this is this.
Will you tell me what you saw and I'll tell you what you missed,
when the ocean met the sky.
You missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye.
When the earth folded in on itself.
And said "Good luck, for your sake I hope heaven and hell
are really there, but I wouldn't hold my breath."
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death?
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death?
Yesterday was this song. With dreary, grey skies subdued by trees, trees bleeding red and gold. The crunch of fallen leaves validating my every step, validating yours as well. The bite of the cold. So sharp and small. Yesterday was everything in those few breathless moments of cold and wind and leafless tress, those moments when the thin silver light finally succumbed to the blue-black of dusk.
Yesterday was peace. And your cold, clammy hand.
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