Testo Young Veins

oh my precious young veins
will welcome my blood home
far as it often strays
and as darkness descends
will my breath prefer the fog
fast as it's out of me
and my blood's run away
will its connection to its home dissolve into disgrace
it's just a stranger's betrayal
et tu, whoever you are?
shadow, as you please
fall on our blank-faced refusal
often bone-bleached by the winds
I can recall those days
and it aches for refrain
but I'm bent down by the knee
just to see how I saw then
I'm sorry for what I threw
over the curve of the earth
pale and all the wind
is just the dying breaths of days
they gather into years and into centuries
rise, you'll never relive those days
or ever regain that time
s'alright though, you would not want to
after all it led you here
fire and light from the dying day
be drowned by the rising waves