Armada | Inside My Head

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When the mountains of my trust crumble, find me choking in the dirt. When the skies thunder over my meagre courage, come look for me at the bottom of the raging river. When the fruit of my love turns tasteless, pull apart the roots of our tree and I will be sitting there, a sodden, shrunken fossil. When the sun will curl up, my dear, and the moon will refuse to light our souls, I will be amongst the stars, yearning to be shredded alive by some merciful black hole. Soon our passion will burn down to ashes, and I will beg on the streets, blackened by the soot of my faithfulness. Our efforts will become dishonest and our instincts will rebel. And when our promises disappear, bury my soul with your scented hands and flower my grave with lavenders. Write me an obituary with the pen that inked our love but turned traitor to my loyal flesh. Sing me a eulogy in your unloving voice so that my rusted self can finally rest.
But oh, the vows of pain and the woes of love are such: your one meaningless tear will undo the past and the end will unfold into a new reverie. I will breathe and blossom amongst your feet once again.