Sleep

I'm a constant

Like a solvent

Through skin and tongue

 

I trace the suits all over the red line

The face of a kid opened fire on the five and nine

 

There's a war in the blood

This is terminal, this is terminal

 

Creep I'm dispondent

Swam a solent

Through wires and time

 

Here is a place inhuman and undefined

Where the stakes are higher than all but the turn of mind

 

There's a war in the blood

This is terminal, this is terminal

There is trouble in a flood of the cynical

Show me an island, love

© 2018 The Boy Without A Name

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