Wire snakes bit at my neck

Digging for blight blood and bone

Bright burgundy in ashe

Under a rain of rampant metal

The sky became as unkempt

As the hair stuck to our heads

With my stained hands and bloodshot eyes

I called my mind for a comfort

Thoughts of home, corrupted bliss

Bloody broken nails gripping the burning ground

Rip the sounds of now from existence

All I heard were the poison words

Seeped from thin drilled lips

"Your heartbeats are bullets to their morals

Just one can wound an idea

Just one can save a thought

But a hundred could change a nation

But a hundred can save the world"

Yet, truth, it ceases and spills and crashes

It crashed

And my mangled hands couldn't hold it

My frantic heartbeats aimed their bullets

Faster than their triumph drums

But the snakes had poisoned my blood

And the rain became a storm

While the sky turned to white