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"