Petals falling from the engine.
Can you see the number?
Can you trace the name?
Sifting through you trash.
A piece of ancient history.
A ballad of an old one.
Nothing wrong with you.
What a numb excuse.
Nothing quite so tame
As when you’re finally under.
A vengeful darling.
Subbing for Eden.

And I consume the raging fire
And I can feel the depths of the ocean.
And I swear I thought of you.

Tumbler.
Roll the dice and counter.
Strikes a fervent market.
Folder reference cache.
Zeros, ones and tildes.
Cracking velvet nerves.
Nails start getting chewed.
Legs are getting bent.
Maybe finally understand why you’re out here
Subbing for Eden.

A slave to desire.
Slam breaks on the soul.
Swerved and missed by a hair.