Mist from The Deuce by Last Scattering

The scars left in the trees,

Tell a story of the roots that erased the leaves.
Roots erased the leaves.
I’ve forgotten all but shadows of,
A silhouette and a melody.
Whisper me a song a static lie.

As I stood and stared,
Awestruck by the silence,
I was but a shadow in the night who let fate decide, And I stood there from dusk to dawn light.
I let the mist consume me,
Spread into my pores the venom flows through me. The air so dense intoxicating,
I’ve never felt anymore alive.
Never anymore clear or more alive. Breathe me forever.
This scar has bled me dry.
And I can’t believe the scars are binding,
They’re cauterized but inside they’re still bleeding.
Like a drop of rain,
Sews the seeds of aging.
A drop of rain,
Splits the earth beneath us.
Like a drop of rain,
Splits the earth beneath us. A drop of rain,
Sews the seeds of aging.
A drop of rain.
As I walk through the mist and the water, The cold chills to my bones.
I thought I’d find you here,
Because it’s the farthest place from home.
I can’t believe the scars are binding, Cauterized but inside they’re still bleeding.
For the lives that you’ve taken, I cannot forgive,
The lives that you’ve broken,
I cannot forgive.
For the lives that you’ve taken, I cannot forgive.
I can’t believe the scars are binding, Cauterized but inside they’re still bleeding.
Charred by the fires that burn within me. The path set to clarity has burned away.
For the lives that you’ve taken, I will not forgive,
The lives that you’ve broken,
I will not forgive.
For the lives that you’ve taken, I will not forgive.

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