Scars from Limbo - Thine

Born aimless

Hail turmail

So potent, yet perfect

There’s no pain when the rains come & the deluge washed away

our future

A lost space where the days rot & the years go astray

The same

No regrets, no, no regrets

Until we reach an end

& if you contest then you’ll be the next

& the flames will roar again

Sad strangers — indifferent.

Limp vessels — once vibrant

It’s all true — I knew from your eyes it wasn’t you

anymore

Until we reach an end