616.

A hilltop view of this town
The swirls of indigo
Intoxicate the irritated city
Of rabid dread and blood
Infectious screams
Pour out onto the streets

Everyone must face their demons
Now

You and your pull-string heart
Scraped your knee on the sky
On your way down
Havoc spreads through this world
Like a rebel disease
Without a cause, or meaning.

The lone star, strives on darkness alone
Show me how to shine.

Shape shifting like sand on ice
Smoothing out the flaws
You painted me one thousand colors
And my crimson existence always
Seemed to bleed through
You tried to change me

This world is so fucked up

And the iris wilted with the dying sun
Hatched on to the sky,
Tearing the weak down
They drown in their sorrowful ocean
The waves signify their hollers
As they roll under, sink beneath

The clouds

So high off the ground
Reaching, they pull me up

My eyes burn as I come closer
To the essence of my being
Its glares back at me
Like a twice rotted mirror
In the lands of dead green

The sky shimmers black
As well turn to ashes
Falling like stars

And still our eyes stay shut
Afraid to face our demons
Afraid to laugh back, in the face of jesus.

A hilltop view of this town
The streets mudded with oil
And greed
Reflecting a sinister sky
Six One Six


It’s too late