Living
Living
Bones pierce through my,
Toughened but weary flesh
Barbwire nerves tighten
Them together like twine
Around a Thanksgivings swine
But this isn't a celebration
Or a one-off spectacle
This is what breathing is like
This is living.
Bones pierce through my,
Toughened but weary flesh
Barbwire nerves tighten
Them together like twine
Around a Thanksgivings swine
But this isn't a celebration
Or a one-off spectacle
This is what breathing is like
This is living.