What am I..now can you tell? I hide within this lurking spell.. Another day of broken stones Another year of heavy bones Just a collide within the space Another time for wicked trace A shallow moon with fake disguise Polite abuse through woven lights A sparkle lost within the ground To come again when truth is found Just passing through a little rust A shadow holding hands with crust Denied the echoes of what's right The footprints tell what source to fight Another night to call it out Another month beneath the doubt Just a polite and dusty voice Collecting trades of bothered choice These are the moments we forget Between the outcome of regrets So hollow there but still so full The average of darkest pull What am I now..have you my name? I'm losing nothing in your shame..
