11

trickling down the stale concrete
the walls holding me back from the aether flow
static shock and post traumatic stress
are inevitable
the rain's will weather tomes, as well as
the bricks leading me back to my home
when theres nothing left to feel
thats where we all return
defeated and abandoned
crying and scared
defeated and abandoned
shaking from lack of iron in my blood
i could build battleships and airplanes
with the metal leaking from my pores
overload and repeat
overload and repeat
overdose and repeat
overture and fall asleep