The hot August flows down
like the sticky time
It takes away tomorrow
and the leftovers of pages
the whole life count
After the edge
You hate yourself
Step by step to the end
Everything was in vain
The dawn turns black
How many days are left behind
So much pain in the future
This difficult way that
you could not pass
I stumbled across this on "Transylvanian Recordings." They throw down, I may end up getting some more of their releases....this is the one I like best so far! Rich Kinman