time dilates like the iris of a frightened youth
staring down the barrel of his future // silent death
a hope broke out in the morning, but it was only fake news
the lifeless bodies were wound up yet again to watch the evening ruse
spiraling into tight-fisted control; forlorn and unforgiven
it’s like the last time, too
just different, it seems
who needs new glasses when you’re living in dreams?
everything is everything
but it’s nothing, really
you got two more chances and you’re still empty
let a father dig a grave and it’s okay
maybe find the Son the next day