11-04-2016, 08:08 AM
"I want to say I'm sorry, for stuff I haven't done yet
Things will shortly get completely out of hand
I can feel it in the rotten air tonight
in the tips of my fingers, in the skin on my face
in weak last gasps of the evening's dying light
in the way those eyes I've always loved illuminate this place
like a trashcan fire in a prison cell
like the searchlights in the parking lots of hell
I will walk down to the end, with you
if you will come all the way down, with me"