I'm trespassing beneath an unbreakable canopy
swimming through the concrete miasma that is our lies
this facade I wear will one day be my only face
weep with me when that day comes
if any of us still have the capacity
looking up at the thick blanket of night sky
I watched the stars fall away, one by one
damn my soul if anyone else gazed on that same sight
because that moment was mine
dress the wound, caress the memory
tales of heroes and feats taunt my failing sight
eyes slip into the night, dead of a broken heart
there's nothing they see the mind hasn't dreamt better
toil will eventually callous these hopes
whittle my birth-given form away
make me a more fitting piece for this,
the tyranny of an arbitrary regime
consume and multiply, you beautiful--
you virus with shoes.
Death's arms are not wide enough
for all those who truly deserve to die
