Pulled at the helix with every intention,
breaking the strand that wills us,
constructing desperation.


I walk with the dead.

Paper cuts filled my eyes blinded by the sun again, we were seconds away.
Planning it's attack, this virus eats away until I self-destruct,
we were seconds from the sun.


No shadows will take me.
Causes like these went so unheard.
Replacing fires with void, we lay heavy.


A diminshed sunrise,
this baron landscape,
filled up with fire.

I long for more, overtake me,
let go of all that held.