End Under Down

Rusted tin and rusted wire
All in remnant of self design
Tossed about like junk and bones
Scrapped up dust of all I ever known

Deamons never left this town
Stuck its soul in every front
Should we wait that frozen gaze
So I said "I'll end this as I see it"

There she waits with roses like wine
Tangling in my thoughts like fire
Sets time still as arrows flies
Then she whispers "Patience, it's all right"