Falling down all over again, just to make a move.
Be the loser on the stage. What do we need to prove?
When the light goes dim and distant, I’ll take the blame for free.
None will find the shell or slug, just blood and a pool of me.
Wander in the scene through a wall on a sky.
Break a day after noon and finish in the night.
Turn a star for a mill, grinding light into dark.
A bucket full of dust for a dome with a spark.