If it gets any darker
We'll have to pray to God for flame
We've made it this far with clean knees
Let us refrain from uttering His name
If the ravens don't stop descending
If the leaves keep losing their green
If the canyon stretches any wider
And that sun will not befriend me
Should the waters still thirst for my lungs
And these clouds not bore of my scene
I fear I may have to leave you
Like a slumber lusts for Ketamine
If centipedes keep using their legs
To gain the higher ground
If rifles keep using their bullets
To sever sweet silence with the sound
You can circle round me on a knoll
And say the words you've ached to say
If I keep bedfellows with ghosts
If the darkness does not go away
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