A gloved hand signals in distress
as the season drains clogged with leaves
there is no response indifference negate emergency,
just like we've become cold and estranged.
an unfamiliar looking to you for a second chance.
Splitting lids, an open maw stretched, fuming, all but broken
I paid you off, vanished in the morning feeling tense and eager
Never thought I'd sleep this close to my enemy.
Swept behind a wall of your dark fortress, I was never safe.
(the stitches come loose
my cover was thin and now blown
barely breathing in the face of fear
sore and exposed)
The roof caved in from the weight.
Their hounds have picked up a trace.
There are things the human heart endures
not worth sharing.
When you're failing, swept out in the waves,
there's no pulling you in, pulling you in.
Forced to put some distance in the space,
shaped like your shame.
When they see you wrecked, in disarray,
they turn cold and go.
Isn't anything they haven't known.
It's not worth sharing.
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Probably the best way to open a Wild Powwers album. It's short, sweet, it builds, it's energetic. The opening salvo of lyrics sets the tone for the whole album. Jameson Calantoc