plant a tree
and
take a deep breath.
every day becomes intentional suicide.
in a word,
in a facade,
in the reality we create
for ourselves.
stir the tar
breath deep.
we're watching our last breath,
burn before our eyes.
with our instincts
dead
and
burried.
we crawl to the nearest
drive
through
and reverse our gears.
swallowing hope
and tasting cold steel.
sweat pours out of shaking hands.
and all i can pray for
is a feast of lead
through a duct taped mouth.
my teeth hang on by threads of hope.
but i'll continue
to breath in
the thin thin air
and forget
to exhale.
and
take a deep breath.
every day becomes intentional suicide.
in a word,
in a facade,
in the reality we create
for ourselves.
stir the tar
breath deep.
we're watching our last breath,
burn before our eyes.
with our instincts
dead
and
burried.
we crawl to the nearest
drive
through
and reverse our gears.
swallowing hope
and tasting cold steel.
sweat pours out of shaking hands.
and all i can pray for
is a feast of lead
through a duct taped mouth.
my teeth hang on by threads of hope.
but i'll continue
to breath in
the thin thin air
and forget
to exhale.