The infection paints blame on us
and arising we are face to face,
we sleep away the stains and stitches
silenced forever in conscious embrace.

To anyone standing alone who wasn’t
ready yet your time is neigh,
to everyone so cold their cries,
deep inside compassion dies.

As we pass this life the cold wind still blows
calling our name it carries us home,
and as the ever famous saying goes
you will reap, reap what you sew.

A single memory shines with elegance,
so simply deceiving.
I’m seeing breathing.
I’m caught so far behind nowhere left for me to hide,
you will get what you deserve tearing beneath your jaw