feet find hold as crimson droplets spatter following after your shit smeared ass bouncing as you and they hit falling is all you seem to remember the landing is kinda fuzzy but you are sure you hit bottom
neapolitan emotion split in one daily rotation each perspective undone joy or lament all the same daily repent left insane divided eyes darkness and light schizmed lies traded at night waking up myself going to sleep someone else
inside the gates strain wooden doors hold back an endless flood awaiting to wash over life's plain giving life to seed as dirt turns to mud the words inside waiting to break desiring nothing more than to be dammed inside just wanting to make unmade world hidden in me