walk on kits
we've found you lacking constitution
tread lightly
its a shame for all of us who still believe
wading in stale murky waters his neck stretched towards the sun asking for
a reason to be something; something to die for
kill or be killed; song to the flock; all he had known is this soft lake bed
gray silken sheets blanket the roots like ghosts to a past
history told through smoke and gestures
it all seems so rehearsed like we've done this all before
this feeling of failure too strong to ignore
but we can only hope when the day is done
we've filled ourselves with more than anger and remorse
born into; feed off of; sense nothing; disappear
i've failed everyone
somewhere there's a cycle-- hidden
life spans across short spectrum; pull the lens back focus
inhale; so strong, the scent of moss and stone
we've found a place where you feel safe when you're alone
water lines receding
plague cultivating population
mouths eating themselves
once haven, now sucked bone dry