Nova

It's useless why hesitate, the knife's to the bone, always seems too late, never safe to heed, where I've been going, no one makes me plead, put aside the hate, they say lay the ghosts, can't account for taste, wave goodbye to such scenes, they leave me cold, whose turn now to scream, try to open the gate, a hinge with creaky tones, swing like a shipping crate, I want to believe, when you're finished doing, then I'll succeed, the moon slowly flakes, it knows what I've seen, wind dies in the slates, fire is my breeze.