shut up and cry with me.
take a walk along the shore
watch piano island burn
burn piano island,burn.
everything that we had learned,
earned.
sparred for and deemed worthy
has turned to a silouette in which
every breath is a bomb
so long.
there the skulls raise up from the earth.convulse into form
and I bash my own into red walls
fall comes early
I raise up with a fractured frontol lobe
I need a spinal tap
clap for this,I take blows as I bow off of the sternum
into the vortex
where we
are
born
and the whole ordeals a climax,
the zenith was months ago
oh
holy lonesome road
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