Closing doors

Expired thoughts

Every road map leads me to cul-de-sacs

Counting breaths

Unveil yourself

Widower, injustice will not stand

For every bomb that you defuse I will plant another

I am the flood that lets you choose, keeping your head above water

Stone and earth fills your urn

The wrecking ball suddenly hems and haws

You can run holding scissors

Fugitive, injustice will not stand

For every bomb that you defuse I will plant another

I am the flood that lets you choose, keeping your head above water