the start to an end

bearing a bloodbath, subtract our math.....which molds the between us, fixing fixtures a fortune...blunt, beholden and possibly stolen....

we dig a grave and grant one wish....take it in stride and just dish...please help me feel, alive, again...befriend but spare a life worth living....left for forgiving..

lost in return....melt in this mass..rebuild to last...loving a memory married, marred and met with pain...i tick with the tock a cadence with clock......count us