The sordid teeth of a broken dawn
Gnaw the bones of silent prey
Skeleton trees are killed and born
Shadows know no rules
But still play

A figure awakes from a dream that felt so real
They yawn and breath the sickly air
Stamp upon the day a seal
Which melts with the cloying heat
That we share

Place each foot upon the cracks
At least you won’t make more
The crack of dawn or the crack of backs
Each will break for now
And evermore