KNOWN STRANGER

 known stranger

does thunder ever catch up to the lightning?

after the sky is done storming

and we've received our warning

do they walk off hand in hand

at the end of their performance?

will there ever be an end to the fightning?

do you hate the hurt or is it exciting?

I scream just to drown out your roaring

there's funnel foaming to touch down

in the eye of our warring

you're my judge,i'm your jury- is this who we want to be?

ripped to shreds by claws we grew just to see each other bleed.

I barely remember a time when we used to act like lovers

wrapped up in tight throats and feathery chest flutters

I'll lay down my bolts

if you leave your thunder

we are more than just wounds

who want to suffer