u/OrisNull666

By Nekro

Ask the man in the third row why he keeps his stub.

He'll tell you it was a good show. He's lying.
He kept it because her name is on it,
faint now, worn to a grey suggestion,
where a name goes.

She wore the good dress, the one that wouldn't let her breathe and paid herself out in pieces at the door, a little coming apart, on schedule, nightly and learned which cry the back rows leaned toward.

She learned to open on cue and call it art.
She never once looked up to check the dark
for who was in it.

I was in it. First ticket, front of the line.
I am always first in the line.
I never ask for change.
The scars quit performing before the crowd did.

Came up off script, wrong night, wrong light,
And the paying stopped, the way paying stops and the house went black and kept her and she sat in it counting what was left,
which was the counting, not knowing the sum was already mine, not knowing she had been bought the night she signed her pretty name to the getting looked at.

She thought I stayed because it cost me something.
Wanting is just a debt I let ripen.
First to pay, last to leave.

I kept the stub soft in my coat the whole run of her, the ink worn off, her name where a name goes.

She said save me.
I had the receipt.
I said no.

She's quiet now. They go quiet.
The house is dark and it keeps what it's given.
There's one light left in it. A small one. Late.
It's the kind of light a person keeps
when they don't want the dark to know they're home.

It takes a little more of the sand each time,
the way the tide moves in without seeming to move.
Somewhere a room gets colder by a degree
and no one gets up to find the reason.

Somewhere a name goes faint on a small stone,
freshly cut, still catching the last light,
where a name goes.

I have what I came for,
and it was warm when I took it,
and it had your hands on it.

Ps. Be careful who remembers you. Some people keep the relic because they loved you. Others keep it because it proves what they took ~ Nekro

By Nekro

Ask the man in the third row why he keeps his stub.

He'll tell you it was a good show. He's lying.
He kept it because her name is on it,
faint now, worn to a grey suggestion,
where a name goes.

She wore the good dress, the one that wouldn't let her breathe and paid herself out in pieces at the door, a little coming apart, on schedule, nightly and learned which cry the back rows leaned toward.

She learned to open on cue and call it art.
She never once looked up to check the dark
for who was in it.

I was in it. First ticket, front of the line.
I am always first in the line.
I never ask for change.
The scars quit performing before the crowd did.

Came up off script, wrong night, wrong light,
And the paying stopped, the way paying stops and the house went black and kept her and she sat in it counting what was left,
which was the counting, not knowing the sum was already mine, not knowing she had been bought the night she signed her pretty name to the getting looked at.

She thought I stayed because it cost me something.
Wanting is just a debt I let ripen.
First to pay, last to leave.

I kept the stub soft in my coat the whole run of her, the ink worn off, her name where a name goes.

She said save me.
I had the receipt.
I said no.

She's quiet now. They go quiet.
The house is dark and it keeps what it's given.
There's one light left in it. A small one. Late.
It's the kind of light a person keeps
when they don't want the dark to know they're home.

It takes a little more of the sand each time,
the way the tide moves in without seeming to move.
Somewhere a room gets colder by a degree
and no one gets up to find the reason.

Somewhere a name goes faint on a small stone,
freshly cut, still catching the last light,
where a name goes.

I have what I came for,
and it was warm when I took it,
and it had your hands on it.

Ps. Be careful who remembers you. Some people keep the relic because they loved you. Others keep it because it proves what they took ~ Nekro

By Nekro

Ask the man in the third row why he keeps his stub.

He'll tell you it was a good show. He's lying.
He kept it because her name is on it,
faint now, worn to a grey suggestion,
where a name goes.

She wore the good dress, the one that wouldn't let her breathe and paid herself out in pieces at the door, a little coming apart, on schedule, nightly and learned which cry the back rows leaned toward.

She learned to open on cue and call it art.
She never once looked up to check the dark
for who was in it.

I was in it. First ticket, front of the line.
I am always first in the line.
I never ask for change.
The scars quit performing before the crowd did.

Came up off script, wrong night, wrong light,
And the paying stopped, the way paying stops and the house went black and kept her and she sat in it counting what was left,
which was the counting, not knowing the sum was already mine, not knowing she had been bought the night she signed her pretty name to the getting looked at.

She thought I stayed because it cost me something.
Wanting is just a debt I let ripen.
First to pay, last to leave.

I kept the stub soft in my coat the whole run of her, the ink worn off, her name where a name goes.

She said save me.
I had the receipt.
I said no.

She's quiet now. They go quiet.
The house is dark and it keeps what it's given.
There's one light left in it. A small one. Late.
It's the kind of light a person keeps
when they don't want the dark to know they're home.

It takes a little more of the sand each time,
the way the tide moves in without seeming to move.
Somewhere a room gets colder by a degree
and no one gets up to find the reason.

Somewhere a name goes faint on a small stone,
freshly cut, still catching the last light,
where a name goes.

I have what I came for,
and it was warm when I took it,
and it had your hands on it.

Ps. Be careful who remembers you. Some people keep the relic because they loved you. Others keep it because it proves what they took ~ Nekro

By Nekro

Ask the man in the third row why he keeps his stub.

He'll tell you it was a good show. He's lying.
He kept it because her name is on it,
faint now, worn to a grey suggestion,
where a name goes.

She wore the good dress, the one that wouldn't let her breathe and paid herself out in pieces at the door, a little coming apart, on schedule, nightly and learned which cry the back rows leaned toward.

She learned to open on cue and call it art.
She never once looked up to check the dark
for who was in it.

I was in it. First ticket, front of the line.
I am always first in the line.
I never ask for change.
The scars quit performing before the crowd did.

Came up off script, wrong night, wrong light,
And the paying stopped, the way paying stops and the house went black and kept her and she sat in it counting what was left,
which was the counting, not knowing the sum was already mine, not knowing she had been bought the night she signed her pretty name to the getting looked at.

She thought I stayed because it cost me something.
Wanting is just a debt I let ripen.
First to pay, last to leave.

I kept the stub soft in my coat the whole run of her, the ink worn off, her name where a name goes.

She said save me.
I had the receipt.
I said no.

She's quiet now. They go quiet.
The house is dark and it keeps what it's given.
There's one light left in it. A small one. Late.
It's the kind of light a person keeps
when they don't want the dark to know they're home.

It takes a little more of the sand each time,
the way the tide moves in without seeming to move.
Somewhere a room gets colder by a degree
and no one gets up to find the reason.

Somewhere a name goes faint on a small stone,
freshly cut, still catching the last light,
where a name goes.

I have what I came for,
and it was warm when I took it,
and it had your hands on it.

Ps. Be careful who remembers you. Some people keep the relic because they loved you. Others keep it because it proves what they took ~ Nekro

Holy shit what a masterpiece of an album from start to finish, anyone else listen to it listening to something similar other than the obvious comparison to and oceans

By Nekro

I had the truth in my mouth all night,
warm as a match I never struck.
You left your laugh on my shirt.
I wore it home like smoke.

I wanted the door,
the room behind your careful face,
the part of you that stopped performing
when no one was keeping count.

I was keeping count.

Want is an animal at the fence.
I kept the latch clean.
I kept my hands where you could see them.
And you, still reading this

with your own door chained from inside,
you know the room.

I had the truth in my mouth all night,
warm as a match I never struck.
You left your laugh on my shirt.
I wore it home like smoke.

I wanted the door,
the room behind your careful face,
the part of you that stopped performing
when no one was keeping count.

I was keeping count.

Want is an animal at the fence.
I kept the latch clean.
I kept my hands where you could see them.
And you, still reading this

with your own door chained from inside,
you know the room.

I had the truth in my mouth all night,
warm as a match I never struck.
You left your laugh on my shirt.
I wore it home like smoke.

I wanted the door,
the room behind your careful face,
the part of you that stopped performing
when no one was keeping count.

I was keeping count.

Want is an animal at the fence.
I kept the latch clean.
I kept my hands where you could see them.
And you, still reading this

with your own door chained from inside,
you know the room.

I had the truth in my mouth all night,
warm as a match I never struck.
You left your laugh on my shirt.
I wore it home like smoke.

I wanted the door,
the room behind your careful face,
the part of you that stopped performing
when no one was keeping count.

I was keeping count.

Want is an animal at the fence.
I kept the latch clean.
I kept my hands where you could see them.
And you, still reading this

with your own door chained from inside,
you know the room.

I had the truth in my mouth all night,
warm as a match I never struck.
You left your laugh on my shirt.
I wore it home like smoke.

I wanted the door,
the room behind your careful face,
the part of you that stopped performing
when no one was keeping count.

I was keeping count.

Want is an animal at the fence.
I kept the latch clean.
I kept my hands where you could see them.
And you, still reading this

with your own door chained from inside,
you know the room.

By Nekro

She kept an easy face for the daylight people.

The cup had gone cold beside the chair.

He came in without noise.

He did not touch the wound

to prove his hands were useful.

One night she said

a small and ruined thing.

He did not flinch.

Many will love the version of you that costs them nothing. Rare souls love the room you hide from everyone else.

He did not flinch.

One night she kept

the small and ruined thing.

He did not touch the wound

after his hands were gone.

He left without noise.

The cup stayed cold beside the chair.

The room did not close all the way.

She kept an easy face for the daylight people.

By Nekro

She kept an easy face for the daylight people.

The cup had gone cold beside the chair.

He came in without noise.

He did not touch the wound

to prove his hands were useful.

One night she said

a small and ruined thing.

He did not flinch.

Many will love the version of you that costs them nothing. Rare souls love the room you hide from everyone else.

He did not flinch.

One night she kept

the small and ruined thing.

He did not touch the wound

after his hands were gone.

He left without noise.

The cup stayed cold beside the chair.

The room did not close all the way.

She kept an easy face for the daylight people.

By Nekro

She kept an easy face for the daylight people.

The cup had gone cold beside the chair.

He came in without noise.

He did not touch the wound

to prove his hands were useful.

One night she said

a small and ruined thing.

He did not flinch.

Many will love the version of you that costs them nothing. Rare souls love the room you hide from everyone else.

He did not flinch.

One night she kept

the small and ruined thing.

He did not touch the wound

after his hands were gone.

He left without noise.

The cup stayed cold beside the chair.

The room did not close all the way.

She kept an easy face for the daylight people.

By Nekro

She kept an easy face for the daylight people.

The cup had gone cold beside the chair.

He came in without noise.

He did not touch the wound

to prove his hands were useful.

One night she said

a small and ruined thing.

He did not flinch.

Many will love the version of you that costs them nothing. Rare souls love the room you hide from everyone else.

He did not flinch.

One night she kept

the small and ruined thing.

He did not touch the wound

after his hands were gone.

He left without noise.

The cup stayed cold beside the chair.

The room did not close all the way.

She kept an easy face for the daylight people.

By Nekro

She kept an easy face for the daylight people.

The cup had gone cold beside the chair.

He came in without noise.

He did not touch the wound

to prove his hands were useful.

One night she said

a small and ruined thing.

He did not flinch.

Many will love the version of you that costs them nothing. Rare souls love the room you hide from everyone else.

He did not flinch.

One night she kept

the small and ruined thing.

He did not touch the wound

after his hands were gone.

He left without noise.

The cup stayed cold beside the chair.

The room did not close all the way.

She kept an easy face for the daylight people.

By Nekro

She kept an easy face for the daylight people.

The cup had gone cold beside the chair.

He came in without noise.

He did not touch the wound

to prove his hands were useful.

One night she said

a small and ruined thing.

He did not flinch.

Many will love the version of you that costs them nothing. Rare souls love the room you hide from everyone else.

He did not flinch.

One night she kept

the small and ruined thing.

He did not touch the wound

after his hands were gone.

He left without noise.

The cup stayed cold beside the chair.

The room did not close all the way.

She kept an easy face for the daylight people.

By Nekro

She kept an easy face for the daylight people.

The cup had gone cold beside the chair.

He came in without noise.

He did not touch the wound

to prove his hands were useful.

One night she said

a small and ruined thing.

He did not flinch.

Many will love the version of you that costs them nothing. Rare souls love the room you hide from everyone else.

He did not flinch.

One night she kept

the small and ruined thing.

He did not touch the wound

after his hands were gone.

He left without noise.

The cup stayed cold beside the chair.

The room did not close all the way.

She kept an easy face for the daylight people.

By Nekro

She kept an easy face for the daylight people.

The cup had gone cold beside the chair.

He came in without noise.

He did not touch the wound

to prove his hands were useful.

One night she said

a small and ruined thing.

He did not flinch.

Many will love the version of you that costs them nothing. Rare souls love the room you hide from everyone else.

He did not flinch.

One night she kept

the small and ruined thing.

He did not touch the wound

after his hands were gone.

He left without noise.

The cup stayed cold beside the chair.

The room did not close all the way.

She kept an easy face for the daylight people.