The Desperation
Watch misery fall from my palm
Watch it burn into the soil
The creation. The burial
Eyes to the ground, my shield
The creation is now the burial
The creation. The burial
So bury what you can and hope that no one digs it up
My outstretched arms are failing
I’ll keep my eyes to myself
The creation. The burial
My hands are cold, I need more
The desperation. So desperate