Amber Veins – Eagulls – letras

Possessions pawnedPrickles of thornsPlucked open painsFalse and forswornForgetting allFor what you takeDrained and debauchedExhausted wornAdorned in scrapesCratered and coarseCold shades of taupeTurned amber greyUsed up and undoneErasing allInside its flakedWeak wretched thoughtsFeelings flow swornIn sour tastesInsist in all waysShapes and formsIt desecratesNo one will mournNow that you’re goneIn amber veins