on my way to no return
contagious breaths continue to burn
close our curtains and hide in our room
nothing else here that we can do
singe my skin, nectar my noose,
while my soul continues to bruise
God's gift was burned to take our funds
time waisted on breaths
that didn't come from my lungs
I sit in the sun
sand in my cut
you praise the sun
only to get what you want
©friedman27
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