people like us
weak in the sight
drive to the light
drive to the center
the one that you're after
climbs through the crowd
and a problem comes out
she flies from your hand
and curses you god of creation
slip on a siren
and take in an hour of light
i covered up the sound
shades collapse to spattered glass
final time
tide behind
felt my lifeless eyes turn back
the edge of the month
the edge of the moon
learning to kill
with no force at all
skip a shift where the skin breaks
i could spit out the stars to the wall
you poisoned the seas but
my dry land parts for no one
called out at nothing
and locked out until she returns