Today the summer crawled with aching nerves,
A shade of deepest blue in August's verse,
The lines draw out and trace this restless town,
That laid our bloodless thoughts into the ground,
Today...
Worn old stains bloom red to grey,
Cold hands strain to feel the light of day.
Warm clear gla**, the sun dressed in white,
Mourn days pa**ed, faint ties held tight.
Today the air grew cold with aching nerves,
The frayed and splintered grains of summer's hearse,
The lines draw out and trace this reckless town,
That raised a bloodless ghost out from the ground,
Today...