Blood and Ashes
will we ever make it out of here alive
escape the brooding of the hive
no matter the agony I still strive
buried to my neck in the ashes of yesteryear
as I soak my sins in Everclear
preservation seems never near
I'm sorry my dear
Jesus isn't worth one of your tears
or an ounce of my fear
I need something much stronger
I can't hold out much longer
trapped suffocating I can't breathe
freedom hide in the shadow of leaves
when can we?
choking on the air like sand
as the toxic sunset burns my hands
sanity held together by silver bands
no home no peace no land
with brick walls every where I ran
for the love of God
get out while you can!
--Z.Silas Herrera