© 2018 seven

VECTOR

staying sleeplessly in harm 
only painting away the dark 
impulses 
divide them 
i can't remember 
december 
the way you were 
stuck on the image even farther 
the light is dead 
the visions fade 
its killing us all 

take back the images so flown 
the way it was before 
you fucking lost yourself again 
and again its like were never here 
we never really thought that we were imagining it 

you want it you had it you get it give me the automatic 

a frozen state of disarray 
to focus 
critical and vague 
intentions surround me 

will you wake us up 

there we are in red 
and the wheels of heaven stop 
time is up 
we're never going to make it 

die alone 
paper for my faith 
impulses divided