sha y shifty sand coarses through my veins yet without her loving name i feel no pain

red dalilahs,, blue redemption,, a bastardized version of what would came late

through a cough and aspip i fell to reminisce

plunged into ideas of yesterday,,  a deathly miraculous nostalgia overtook the senses

the taste of a sweet november wine is all she left thee

blood dunk,, tank thumped,, a silent reprieve from yesterdays grasping pain

but as dawn broke and the wind cleared i knew tomorrow would never

know my name