sever the nerve, the skin, the scale. gather your bones from beyond the pale. come out of the wild and into the world. burn all the books, put out your eyes. lower your sword the end is nigh. sink through the pinewood and into the dirt. out of your body and into the sky. give in. voices will carry us. turn around. find your way back to the start. love is the way. love is the only way. love is the only way out. don’t freeze up in the headlights. welcome it in. walk through the storm to the eye. the birth will be calm. the birth will be quiet. but the dark had such long arms. it kept pulling me down. sliding back into my head where all of it is thought without awareness. where there is no foresight only penitence. i could scratch at the door but i will never get in. so i rise above or i sink below. either way i am false. at the center is all. i tripped up at the breakthrough. i was scared to die. so the gate locked, the light vanished. now where am i? i was startled by the great height. i doubted my heart. now the wine turns to water. i am coming apart.
“The whole winter, the temperature was in the low teens. Utterly freezing,” says Every Time I Die’s frontman Keith Buckley regarding the months that ...