The crash
Eat every little piece
Of broken bloody glass
Savour
The flavours of defeat
Bitter and disheartening
To know the blame of this collapse.
Relish
In the embellished truth
Lies told in time
To cover watering eyes.
Bask
In the new clear dawn
Brought in with all the frustrations
Of birds clawing their way south.
Bless
Us and every one
Send them a sign
You're paying attention.
The taste of seatbelt
Ripped through the waste
The sirens cry out fierce
Among the carnage.
A belly full
A sorrowful goodbye
To the joyful times
Blood on the pavement in my eyes.
Grasp
the little hope
In her little ring
Ashamed their is nothing to offer.
breathe
In, out
The jaws tear through
Machines put life in you.
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