I felt it again,
Scorch of motivation,
Flooding acknowledgement,

Don't ever kiss and tell,
But we can **** and write,
Falling apart as quickly
as the fueled string ignites.

Watchtower Guards-men
Bellow to the waves,
Beneath the catastrophe-struck skies,
Lay the coffin
We've ceased to maintain.
And history shall pen in the books,
"Again."