people with matchbook eyes
can’t understand which way we tick
seven strikes on film
like the broken bird upon your chest
now I know
stumble through sober breaths
collapse those mirrors
Try to find a way out
Tears so violent in yesterday’s youth
substances painting windows across time
A carriage mirrored across the sky
Fire shouting in a match to regain solidarity
Precision of a witness on the stands day in and day out
Past the motorcade men marching up and down their drowning faces
Try to sleep through a memory picked apart by broken needles silencing the truth
Voices crawl through the walls
Voices break every last filament
Shaking the stain of regret
A dose of pain
a dose of hope running thin
Lost in the faith of memory gone astray
Faces of tomorrow drink from the laughter burning through the crowd
Breaking the ice in my heart day in and day out
Spinning around and around in the dark and light
Visions to guide past the violence written in their eyes
A sacrifice breaking the bread behind cathedral walls
The light shinning brighter and brighter
Forgiving the sins written across their eyes
Memories numb my