The horizon tries, the stars will forever die
Weeping willows break in the dim light
Breezes in your hair, salt through your dusty fingertips
Cold veins, casted shadows on invisible walls;
They tell you to breathe like they know all.
Awaiting with water, it comes from the ducts of your eyes--
Blood is stone, frozen in your veins
Until the mud goes dry and the water runs out
Coiled corners blatantly warping your mind--
Teeth cracked from your jaw's grind...
