guts

my skin decays to reveal cracked concrete
then i break apart, and fall to my stone knees
into the wind i go
i become shapeless

i am nothing
i exist if you say that i do
all of my dreams are yours
if you were to want them
my blood ebbs like the tide of a long dry sea
and you sail your ship upon it

am i alone or solitary
are my feelings lying to me
am i yours, or do you belong to me
as i decay - 
i keep wondering

rejoice in decay
i utter from the lips of my cold face
rejoice in decay
the dust becomes flesh as the rain washes it away

ego death // decay

an attempt to sound like early 80's American Indie

guts

Ewan Golder