Weathered Tome
by AFI· from Black Sails in the Sunset
They're coming 'round again.
I've returned and they've been waiting.
Their aged offerings recieved and returned, passed through wet eyes.
I tremble as I feel them rolling in for, my sins, the old ghosts know.
So chilling as I feel them mourn within my soul.
As the mourning grows.
Unfold before me.
Turn back the page again.
Twenty-four hours spent wishing that the day was never ending.
Shadows of glory shading my heart again.
Recall the summer when I left my heart to cool beneath the shadows.
I'm coming 'round again.
I've returned and no one's been waiting.
I strain my eyes to see but it's so hard to read old tags on fallen walls