the day bvrnt to death

the day bvrnt to death by wive

held of lovely
fell to ties
covet sideways
fill the frights
this is always
coming queer
ive been knowing
in the fears

sold to soiled
nothings might
kissing highways
of last nights
i am always
versioned near
ive been singing
will you hear

beyond the walls of these words
comes a beautiful curse
when the day burnt to death
i held on to what was left
in the corners of night
distanced to any light
it runs through my veins
it hides its own name
and aches