Equus - Century

This is the end.

The sun sets on our broken backs and we’ve been here before

And we are left without a single thing.

Without a heart

We are armed to the teeth.

Without a single thing.

We are nothing more than ink

on paper

We travel through their fingerprints

Our clothes become bandages to ease the pain of selflessness

We will never trust ourselves and this is how it begins

They sift through our abandoned homes but they won’t find us

They won’t find our secrets, encased alive beneath the floor

They have abandoned us.

They hunt us down.

They hunt us through seasons

They hunt us for years.

This is the end