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