Too Late
cycle boiling hotter
outrage glued mirage
reality ain’t happening
duct tape
sleight of hand
it’s a flesh and bone trap
he was a navy codebreaker
the last time he thought
fuck it
I’m done
he used his great-grandfather’s
12 gauge
chapters fill my shadow
wrong way wrong year
one foot then the other
I’ll step until I find change
worry like addiction
can’t take my eyes off the fall
she heard that drowning
can be peaceful
starting over would’ve been
more than unbearable
late night sirens
she brought her daughter with her
true needs to come back
enough fear and anger
I only want a piece
a billion decibels
propaganda works better
when it’s loud