(0250) skin and silence pt. 1

at the top - signaling inertia in the sullen stench of destiny. in the page that you had ripped off, i had no decent reason to believe a white lie that we paved with the dirt from your grave. are you closing it shut? ...a sickle drawn cold without any cancer to hold.

at the top - strangling curtains that left no beauty to speak of or feel.

when those shadows bend, can i fill you in? i've been floating in space.

baby's blackening fears were set in motion, but a step in that direction wasn't ever an option. the sedative awaits to swallow your fate, but it loosens its grip.

in the freeze-frame - sitting alone with the summer inching ever so close. in the daylight, darkness has scattered but hides in that lavender rose.

trading loss for gain, we choose to stay sane... waking up from our haze. we pull the bullets out from our giant heads and send that irrational scripture to bed, once and for all. we're lost in a maze; trapped in a cage...

and this desk will collapse
as i'm trying to type what's still caught inside of my breath.