Endlessly Savoured To Rot
Fragile rocks diminish from the soul
A heart made out of gold
Is just a heart made out of stone
You'll melt or you'll wither
What's felt is a sliver
But that sliver can feel colossal
Before and behind me's my ghost
Reflections and shadows
Will forever follow
I'm my one possession
The rest is obsession
The sun burns through endless black holes
Eclipsed by a thought
And twist in a knot
We are endlessly savoured to rot
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