He is not a man, he is like a womb
A crevice we sank out of
A long and silent tomb
No mercy in the stone walls, just enveloping calm
His love is non-existant but his willpower is long
I am walking slowly into a blue jungle
The leaves hang over my face
The mud to my ankle
The man I knew is dimming and softening in the rain
Will I just be forgotten, a stranger on the train?