Walls bleed pictures bend their fractured frames

Features on canvas torn

Burning mirror breaking down to sand

Free from jails of form

The black water future I see

So hard to drain

The small child in everyone is forced to bleed

To live life again

The light ever closer we believe

Is only a place for grief

Every life's so small we call it precious

And every soul is so loved above

Days glide through a skin of open pores

Stretched on bended frames

Years long on sanded banks around your shores

Counting every grain

Words form poisoned worlds I never see

So hard to hear

Ring the bell of truth in every dream

No life, no fear

Every night brings disasters to our rooms

A life time inside you




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