Following Days

Let the following days always remind us of the presence we
 face constantly dazed, let
 the following nights
 uniformly teach and conform,
 bless and keep us warm until
 we're finally safe and
 together. Oh how repressed
 are our exchanges, I see your
 hands full, I watch you grow
 old, how many smiles have you
 been faking, from what I'm
 told you'd like to see a
 coffin fold, there is no
 sympathy, so these are
 useless love letters. The house is filled with smoke
 and light, hallowed wings and
 blacked out eyes, the scene
 goes frame by frame. Until we
 finally focus on the few
 details we have left but
 failed to use we will
 remember what we choose, let
 the following days always remind us of the presence we
 face constantly dazed.