A downloadable book

There’s no more time in the world to breathe

To see the image of a claim made in stone

We’re running and hiding finding purpose

All of the light in the sky

And I still refuse to look

I wake up tired and I feel it sink

Each time you ask where my smile goes

Chained to a constant that always slips

I fell on my knees to help you stop this

But you won’t

At times you will feel it change

Then it will stay the same

Wearing thin a prayer-basin

I’m scared for rivers overflowing

Watching you scramble scraps from an empty pit

Full of joy from a one-two hit

You give in to unfamiliar voices 

That say they’re happy to see you safe and sound

Each horrible hand to quiet down

It will quarter and draw skin to foam

Delusions laid out in hills

Their thoughts louder than ours

Circling in your head

Good intentions fall through

Cold and fucked up

When gold and hell is fired around

Crying to a recorder unending

You feel it’s too late to turn around

Leave in the mirror hopes for your sound

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