Still
Hypothetical illness clouds
Excuses for addiction
How far away can we ever go?
Breathe back, glare
Meet me inside, certain abandon
Covers your broken bookshelf
The pictures of us always come out too clear
I'm scared but here
Twisting the neck around to tease the eye
The grave sees only distraction
If ambiguity is your best judgment
Then balloons pop love
Meet me inside the only place we call our own
Apologies burn fueled off spit and lust
This body hangs off on your every word
Whether, you're still and here
Slunk comfortably beyond
Stinking of rosemary
Freedom bares witness
Only from fire comes extinction
Only from the fires come our extinction
Writer/s: Ethan Eckert
