I saw texting girls
collide with semi-trucks,
and though they lost the fight,
well, they left their mark.

I've kissed a wrecking ball,
and as my building fell,
I felt like a petal on the wind,
I hope she misses me.

You are an angel,
wading through a drunken hell,
and I have called out,
but you are afraid of listening.

I've seen true believers
spend lifetimes bellowing about regret,
and I've seen the nomads write
laws in understanding sand.

And when our haste comes to claim us,
don't pull your hair out
or place ash upon your brow,
cling to the love on your serpent's tongue.

The pure are always proud, stones in hand,
us ***** ones perpetually bleed,
and crawl upon the worn ground.
Sister, if you remember me, why haven't you found me?

I overheard that the watches are tired of ticking,
the calendar hung itself,
your mother's eyes are dry,
and all our crimes will fall from on high.