The Worst Is Yet to Come

These words have slipped again

Stitch the lips of the mouth

that murmurs them

Cloud your vision,

make everyone disappear

There's still tie to wake up

Get out while you still can speak

This mud is too thick to see through

The stitches are coming out

The wounds won't heal

Is this embedded status permanent?

So, I'm rearing...

The worse is yet to come,

days are getting shorter

Close your eyes for a while,

rest a little longer

This mud is too thick to see through

The stitches are coming out

The wounds won't heal themselves

Is this embedded status permanent?

So, I'm rearing...

The worse is yet to come,

days are getting shorter

Close your eyes for a while,

rest a little longer

These shoulders are too weak

to carry any more

My will is too weak to carry on