High, and Dry

Knees twist, buckle, and crumble against rock bottom.

Faceless against the cold silent hum of pain and suffering in various tempos.

Tonight's symphony brought to you by the rotted heart strings that gently sob you to sleep.

The heat from summer streets exhaled like smoke in the face of the heart complete.

Strength forgoes, and cuts loose as all stop watch this time.

Broken down as the camera eyes peer out the up votes flood over keeping us up after midnight.

The sways of sobs burden the smalls of the back as the herniated wails echo.

Echoing forever.

Flightless tears soak the bottom bunk of creation underfoot.

Held up by form.

Substance escapes.

The formers look on for more to take.

The body dissolves, the dream ends, dust sends it's well wishes.