Old Vein
Elixir and narcissism have lead me back to light, driven by mortal mistake. Seeding deception, searching for soul. Hostile runners looking for gold, and soil to build home. And they will crawl, they will crawl to me, they will. Your frail wings have broken, what else will you have left. Mouth-frothing cold leaving us torn, persuading our eyes, exposing the nodes. Exposing the nodes. For I will trust, and I’ll believe only as far as the mind’s eye can see. And isolation will hold me to the depths and to the deep. I will search for gold, I will scour for more. Drowned in depths built by hopeless eyes, I’ve washed my hands of it all