aytch

here's one from the archives...

crisp

oh for a vaccine to
save from your disease

drink your poison, son,
it will be morning soon.

and he wasnt old enough
to know any better...

if these words
could slice your heart
into as many pieces
you might still be human

fucking ideals,
throw them out all the windows
to see if they land on
the ground well be walking tomorrow

yeah

you might still be human
but not until its over

ill just stand watching
from across the street

***

-s h