Brand New Opposites - Haste

When the ink is dry, 
Or at your deathbed, 
You can damn your poison words. 
It seems you have run out of regard 
For moralistic ideals. 
Just turn your head 
When confronted with the truth 
And hope that your new life 
Is all that you wished for. 
Adjusted the definition of loss. 
Is it just coincidence 
That it fits so well here? 
Restitution comes passing through 
And it won't even walk through the first door. Face north and greet the cold 
That times your pulse. 
North, directionally outright, 
Straightforward.
Face north and greet the cold 
That times your pulse. 
North, truest of all points. 
Points, that you have failed to make.