That's How They Get You

The Last Star of Amastris

Bleeding trails, a map to everywhere you’ve ever been; seeping in from beyond the boundless fringe.
This cannot be sustained, and won’t be washed away. You light an abandoned fire in someone else’s yard.
That’s how they get you.

I’m crawling out of your backward temple.
It’s too cold for me and my stubborn bones.
That’s how they get you.

Filthy and pale, you fall from everywhere you’ve ever been, and sleep with enemies behind a clouded lens.
You cannot be sustained, and won’t be washed away. You fuck like an abandoned car in the courtyard.
That’s how they get you.

The thing about once warming moments, you wrap yourself ‘round and around, trying to bring down in one swarming motion, a blackened tide of ruthless new clouds.
But that’s how they get you.

By sweet stabbing motions, (I should have mentioned my…)
the river ends(I should have mended my… )
and brings you an ocean (I should have rendered my…)
of hidden friends; (I should have ended my…)
calm and bloated. (I should have mentioned my…)
In self defence, (I should have mended my… )
I go through the motions. (I should have rendered my…)
I go through the motions. (I should have ended my…)

I’m crawling out of your backward temple.
It’s too cold for me and my stubborn bones.
I’m falling out of your blackened windows.
It’s all clear to me, as I follow you home.

By sweet stabbing motions, (I should have mentioned my…)
the river ends (I should have mended my… )
and brings you an ocean (I should have rendered my…)
of hidden friends; (I should have ended my…)
(I should have mentioned my endless obsession with
counting the blessings of everyone I have watched die.)
calm and bloated.
In self defence, I go through the motions.
I go through the motions.

Bleeding trails like a map of everywhere you’ve ever been; seeping in from beyond the boundless fringe.
This cannot be sustained or washed away, so you light yourself on fire in someone else’s car.
That’s how they get you.