Dead is the air,

Around which you stand alone.

Upon this lonesome stone,

Shouldering this rage on a dare.

Storms arriving like hammers on anvils,

Between the thunder you burn sparks.

The silence we always wish to fill,

Lightening coursing to earth like sharks.

Dead is the air,

Around which we stand alone.

Now we have to atone,

Empty is the ground my soul and I will share.

Tides turn with the pull of a trigger,

Bodies will always fall despite the weather.

Losing heartfuls on an empty wager,

Closing in on the thinnest tether.

…

I love you baby 🖤