White Pipes

Be gone
This weather breath I feed on
This recycled, stale, death god
Return me like days that I spent turning stones
And climbing white pipes alone
With blue skies above me
In blue skies, I’m drowning
Like days that I spent turning stones
And climbing white pipes alone
She spoke like water that fills my lungs
Like wind that broke my back
Inside you like lead steps inside glass shoes
We float here, I watch you watch me taste you
With blue skies above me
In blue skies, I’m drowning