Lletres: Converge. Farewell Note To This City.

Disenchanting the romantic
This is the real, this is the shame
These limbs search feverishly for the gift of gravity
Coarse twine tears clean
And I have thought about this very instance for all time
Decades longer than you or I
Crimson comforting, scorching this flesh, giving it's caring for me
And I have thought about these moments for all time
Dangling from a silver lining

These lungs welcome the crimson tides of misfortune
Hell to pay, this is my farewell to this city