• oh, we must've looked like vampires
    our mouths wide enough to consume the sky
    in one frail bite

    and we couldn't care less how they cried
    how we cried
    because it was all over
    now

    and the casket has closed and the ground has spilled into the cracks
    and they never knew who we really were,
    what we cherished,
    where we collapsed:
    lungs tearing the air from the sky as if they feared to never breathe again
    we cried and we screamed and we roared with laughter
    and we can't even remember
    why

    but it does not matter it does not matter it does not matter because
    it was not the first and it will not be the last
    and even though the dirt has filled the cracks
    it will not be the last.