Bury the knife deep within my chest and with one
last kiss goodbye I’ll shut my eyes for a final
time. Whether or not I found this falling I will
carry the strength of the dead and be buried by
the fear of these thoughts. And just like those
pictures, I am melting through your hands. These
demons dividing, they burned out our one sun and
I cower beneath it all. I’ll find them
overhead. Death from above.