
Stagnant Strides
by New Lows· from Harvest Of The Carcass
Desolate stretch of road
Separates me from worlds unknown
Desperate to drag these bones
From the festering stench of home
Solitude soothes my mind
From the reminders then, and the remainders of now.
Making stagnant strides
Against the dragging tides
Distance makes the heart grow fonder, but sometimes when you're near, my mind starts to wander.