First you shot me
Then you walk away leaving me behind
Bleeding away into the darkness of cloudy night
My screams fade away in the deep woods
MAKING MY WOUNDS INTO MY APOCALYPSE
My carcass serves as food for scavengers
For no grave is dug and coffin is lowered
My voice sated with huskiness
As I whisper from Elsewhere
MAKING MY WOUNDS INTO MY APOCALYPSE
Wonder I watch you aging forward
As I still age backwards in time
For shall never live to see the Miracle
MAKING MY WOUNDS INTO MY APOCALYPSE
