Bottom of the world
One more second
Breath

A voice without a name
Eden
Faking a death
For fear of
Recognition and its
Chains

A notch
A bell
A measurement in
Love and
Hate

Touch me and
I will break
See me and I will
Shiver and squeal
Like the insects of
The wild

The wild

What a place to destroy

What a place to conquer

What a place to think we
Ever had
Any control

Not lost though
Yearning to be
Found

Longing to be
Equalized

In time