First Encounters

First encounters

And traces of them

Are all that remain of me

All that remains

Avoiding the overspill

I tried to refrain, but still

It always comes back

It always comes back

I will shiver

I will shake along the edge of where I start to break down

And I will teeter on the brink of it becoming a part of me now

Conditioned for all of this

As far as it goes

Again, I will hold onto this

And again, I will fold

Breaking my steps again

Fall around in the dark again

It’s easier to see

When there’s nothing to see

I will shiver

I will shake along the edge of where I start to break down

And I will teeter on the brink of it becoming a part of me now