Destinations - Gesaffelstein

It's just a temporary slide back in the abyss

I should've seen it coming from miles away

Open armed in a thick coat of structure

Shielding me from my own blazing dagger

There was a purpose upon the horizon

A destination

Tangible and fragrant

And I march to ban you

And I march to ban you

And I march with a thousand

It's not surprising I should find myself flailing

Having crossed a bridge of certainty

Back behind enemy lines with no room til Tuesday

I didn't even fuck with the temptation

Guard down with little to do

I welcomed old habits like a long lost friend

To spite you

At dawn 'bout a week in Venice

Giving themselves up to the strengths of the menacing darkness

The shrinking hours of light are grey and feeble

The sulky trees sigh dropping their knees in defeat

The temperature falls

There's a big light switch on

And from time to time

Fireworks frightened the cats