Veil Of Rust

A clock’s face buried in the mud
Ticking slow like a bleeding flood
Eyes locked on a fading trail
Steps sink deep where the colors pale

Pull me down pull me deeper
The weight of you a fever dream keeper
Tie the strings to the broken beams
This is not what it seems

Metal bends beneath the strain
Rust runs red through every vein
The sky’s cracked mirror swallows light
Day fights a losing war with night

Hold me close till the ground splits wide
Your breath burns cold on the riverside

Pull me down pull me deeper
The weight of you a fever dream keeper
Tie the strings to the broken beams
This is not what it seems

The world hums low in its aching spine
Every thread frays one stitch at a time
We stand on a ledge that was never ours
Counting the lines between the scars