The View From This Bridge by Stafford
Suffocating on your ambience, I'm choking down inconsistency in all I've strived for, through blood and shit-stained eyes. [Hold the torch for me, guide me between the demons. Draw the map for me and tell me stories. ] Embalm my emotions dear. Embalm me as well. All along this treacherous bridge, the view makes me want to turn back. But if I push on further, I know the greener scenery will take me with open blades of grass. Take charge. Take the lead. Take the reins from me.