Let's end a list of tools to bring
Starting with faith
Eyes see too many fragile scenes
And how split they
Become means our dead-eyes lie
So seemingly to an end, so artificial, but present and theirs
So frustrating to no end, how superficial, but threatens, still

Words, the walls pressing in, Eyes, chide toward requiem,
Know: No more things will make or break
Knives, won't wound the spectral, Pens, lend barely minimal
Reprieve from memory

When pasts play so many cruel tricks
The beaten heart won't resist
We all fall
Forever
We all
Fall
Apart, forever