Thorns in a Feather

Thorns in a Feather

Gone two by two

upon the wicked

cynical as you

whimpering inside

the time that's left to you

pouring the thinking

into words of the thought led astray

Inside this room
the empty words smile
like fire on a tomb
too great to realise
the time that's left to you
pouring the thinking
into words of the thought led astray

(You) watch the days being used to find you
watch the ways you would use to cry to