They told me to show
what's underneath
beneath the surface of my pleading
To read the captions in my vains
denoting slow and steady breathing
When the night gets dense and humid
with all the questions I can't form
Like a bird humming softly, hungry
without its worm
Watching the stars blink in darkness
from afar land of planets
Looking down on the world
swaying in uncontrollable silence
Awaiting dawn with all that is left
inside the lungs that's been crumbled and burnt
With fires coming out of the earth
in the middle of the wasteland's realm



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