we have thousand
years
collected in the line

where our memories
sink in to be reclaimed

broken means having
nothing to do
with you

i want to live on
air

i was to be minced
into nothing by how
many people we've
failed

the whores on the
street
the children outside
begging for food

while we think of
new shoes and money
to last our lifetime's

worth of crap

outside, the light is
too bright to
be let in

we don't deserve
to be let out

because we'll only
hurl the anger upwards
and let black rain
spill though the fractures