We're lost in the space between
who we are and all that we're trying to be
who we are and all that we're trying to be
That is not- coiled through him before Amalia’s departure, because it hadn’t been his intentions, and this was unraveling into something else altogether. He swallowed down the rest of the words, because the one meant to hear them was no longer there. The Sword’s eyes flickered back to the goddess, but there was no feeling of triumph. There was no feeling of success. It was gone with Amalia, gone with Adam, gone with Peter. Shoulders broad but weighted; an assemblage of disaster always there, seemingly incapable of dwindling, of leaving, no matter how much he’d strived and tried. He still listened, an inaudible sigh scraping through lungs, adhering to her request with a lifting of his hands, watching, waiting.
DEIMOS
Stop trying to show how to save our souls
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
