UNTIL

Superstitious ambulance
Superstitious ambiance
Scrape my burdens free from fears.
I bleed, I drink, I kill, I sing!
So wake me up and kill me!
Last stop for me.
Embers of my frying freedom fly, fly.
Fly, fly!
Fly, fly!
Touch the sky and fall.
Tearing your will from your bones,
the air hugs you too close
and your lungs implode!
Slowly we fall to the floor,
the glass that cracks and shatters.
We were up so far, the ground wasn't there anymore.
So far above our fate, lost track of our feet.
Until.
Until the sky let go.
Until.
Then we fell to our knees and begged to stay free.
Gray vitality!
So dull, it burns our essence.
We shrink back into our tracks, learning what we hadn't.
Only one path towards the end.
One sinister welcome.
One holy end.


-Bradford Peyton