Fur Immer, Fur Ewig

(Seven)

[Unfinished 1]

We’re taking drives off into oblivion,
Trailing hallways made of obsidian,
Pacing stairwells made completely in our minds
and when the synapse fires I’ll open up my eyes.
She holds the world I know in her open clasp
I beg forgiveness and hope that it will last.
This box of memories I offer to the flames,
I’ll be stuck right here, won’t see light for days.

Tracing over footstep treaded deadly on the floor
In the kitchen where we used to talk, but we don’t go anymore
The ghosts that haunt these halls are all that remain