White cluster

Still it came passing by The pieces weaved together rose the sun And fooled me with another day The knocking message called for my life Sealed the spell of my scrawny body Soil to skin, my next of kin Damp air grasped, stole the words And greeted me with a hiss This is forgiveness, so I know Once I repent I seal the lid I slither for you and I'm dying I find trust in hate They wear white for me Seemingly jaded and lost I forge myself into your dreams And here I am your life Hangman, clutching at his tools I will come for you The noose is tied Murmur through the crowd Plunging into anywhere but here Cloak-captured sighs of relief As the primal touch brought me back And the last sight I did see is still here Beckoning right behind me