Little Victories

Little Victories - The Horrors

I press your hand in mine however cautiously

I keep a smile right to myself

And I lapse into the grasp of an overriding obsession

And I get sick as I watch my interests fall into suspension

This Winter

So cold

Creeping down your arm

Stealth soldiers

Creeping around your palm

It's hard hard to understand

Little victories won creeping around your hand

The sickness has taken hold through violent

Blurted syllables

Escape my mouth under my breath

The voice of pricking dread

Is whispering insistent in my ear

My paranoia galvanised by your gaze so austere

This Winter

So cold

Creeping down your arm

Stealth soldiers

Creeping around your palm

It's hard hard to understand

Little victories won creeping around your hand

I pinned your crest to my chest

Hoping it might start to look right

There was hushed talk of young boy's corpse

Lying face down in some river

His hands used to move like mine

I can't stand myself this morning

I am practically that boy

No strength to endure

Ghostly insecure

Pallid through lack of choice

This winter

So cold

Creeping down your arm

Stealth soldiers

Creeping around your palm

It's hard hard to understand

Little victories won creeping around your hand creeping around your hand