black water, streamed down as tears.there was a relief, to lose the pressure.late nights, breathing through the fears.movements created winds and water.actions caught, to break free from lesser.metal shards and blood to slaughter.caught to crumble, rushing to bottom feeders.surrounded by figures, faceless and righteous.kicking my confidence asunder.a knife in the sand doesn't draw lines.when the …
Just Buckle Down 