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 lifetime inside you