Blue Trenches

Edges of tither roll through and through

The way we are is the way we are

Why leave anything up to chance, to reason

No matter where this is, no matter where you are

The stars know all there is

Sold my soul to the wizard

To enchant something we can’t understand

Unless we already do

Lest this business wasted

Is this it? The rivers run dry?

The system of delivery gone cold with frigid souls

The highest of highs become the lowest of lows

Without warning or praise

Though I find solitude in myself

For that’s the only person who will understand

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