all the colors turn into red behind the street
I hear a million sirens reach out for me
pinned in silence they make that choice
process emotions like broken skin
stare across the needle to break the balloons apart
my veins have turned behind every blue and black
reach for the photographs behind every wall
bright as a daydream
bright as the morning sun
fall through the water to swim the pain away
every depth of broken glass in your hands
memories falling towards the ground
an ash of declaration
children run across the sky to the lost parade
remember when we used to color the distance?
they pull splinters through their hair
machines start to walk through the sand
men march with magazines pinned through their eyes
every word pressed through the skin
Shattered Mind 