his fingers trembled on the yellowed pages
photographs as dim as memory
still he could not resist shutting his eyes
swanning over the sea of faces
bite lips to blood in realisation
senses register cacophony
such searing thought;
begin to walk, start to dagger
out in the open air
looking daggers
photographs as dim as memory
still he could not resist shutting his eyes
swanning over the sea of faces
bite lips to blood in realisation
senses register cacophony
such searing thought;
begin to walk, start to dagger
out in the open air
looking daggers