Breathing the blade
The blackened air
Extending striae mark your burgeoning
You wear your antipathy like a king wears his crown
Silver lungs sat on your shoulders

You're growing older
Your life gets smaller
You're spilling over
Watch it rot

Sucking in air like you don't give a shit about the welt in the sky and the death that you disavow
All the high hopes that tried to manifest somehow
Are lost in your lungs
Lost in your lungs

You're clothed in your euphoric veil
I'm trying to make life in some other way
Watch as these hands wrap tight around your neck
What is it you bleed for?

Repetition of an episodic play
Clapping hands and smiling like there's no hell to pay
All the actors are dead, director's been lapidated
Go ahead and bow

I'm losing my sympathy
Day by day
Fusing faces