sitting in a running car
blinker on, waiting to turn
there's nothing special about this
moment
but the silence is uneasy
did I forget to pack our love?
taking a walk up the suburban hill
my heart racing, mind panicking
why do you feel so far away
your words ring like empty echoes
as I'm swallowed by vicious spirals
talking incessantly to salvage us
clothed in guilt and self-loathing
as if my hands are stained with blood
some lives can't be saved
I don't want to lose another.
-Zero
