Vile, Shrunk Miles

Our bodies sway in a million different causeways...
Trust will ebb away with what we ungratefully led astray
Even more is hope when a rekindle, it did suggest.

Do you believe in that black ribbon which came undone,
do you not see that it was for our solaced union.

Would you watch and despair, or was it all absolved
Do you believe that it could rebuild and mend trust

Go now,
if you believe coming back is just behind a back cover.

Know that there is no rower,
through the flickering lights that separates our morrow.
Oh! Then you might not even want that, maybe the story ends so...
a separation without redemption
a quiet clean separation without hope for redemption

Plastic screens for our continued synthetic creations...
We have spent emotions to create some more.
Do we even know what we once were before
sun drenched paths and blistering blue skies.

A separation without redemption...
A quick clean separation without any hope for redemption.