My hands scrape the cold ground Digging for the final exhale Which to shake the Earth Punish time Take this down Absolve us Of all
I would give everything to you if I thought it would make any difference. You can have it all, I’ve held on to it long
And sometimes we adopt these casualties as if they were our own, in the darkest of times, during the only thing we know as real.
The door opens. “Oh my god, the smell is horrible.” “I told you, I didn’t know what to do with it.” “Christ, how long ago
I have seen an old woman Sitting in a rocking chair The warmth of the desert sun Shining on her through the front window Surrounded
Fucking mirror. I have no desire to look at myself right now. But I can’t help but look. Each time, for just a moment during