Slow Burn - White Widows, White Widows Pact

Decaying slowly

Through the haze

This is the slow burn

Of these dying days

Like a locust swarm

I eat my way

Through the

Weeks, months and years

Voracious and unrelenting

I won’t let go of the rope

I have time in a noose

And I’m not afraid to choke

Until the sands

Tell me it’s over

I won’t stop

Reaching for chaos

Loosing my grip as it falls out of place

Searching through ashes and chard from the rat race

I can’t walk away

From my manifest destiny

No matter how I hard I try

This is my chosen congregation

Voracious and unrelenting

I won’t let go of the rope

It still hurts, but all I know

Is that I don’t want to burn slow