Evergreen - Field Report
We did a lot in the name of preservation holding hearts in hooks
for hands after the accident
metal on skin,cool to the touch in the absence
phantom sinews flashing undetected dots and dashes
I wasn't sure if you were ready to be bold
I wasn't sure if you were ready to be bold
Let's regrow your hair
and I will cut mine closecropped to the skull
we'll keep the ones turned grey by the blindwhite blast
of a bitter cold of a bad winter of a long year
that really took hold had to cut away the parts the claws would not release, then we kept going
you and me are not evergreen
you and me were not built to be