We all set up home in the lost

The burned, the wailing

We think we somehow are responceable for their loss

So we join them

The world is spinning at 75 rpm

Spinning to our dimise

Useless dreams choke our eyes

Mixed expressions grace our faces

Bitter sneers hold our mouths

In utter pleasure

My world is all I have left from you

Grey skys and and bitter holes

Are all that remains of my Dreaming

Feeling it all slip away to The Fates

On this silver spool of unending thread