Resurrection

Are we even away from hell up here? Stuck in the middle, where the shadows appear, something so simple can turn the color to fear

Imprisoned souls walking with hid faces, connections left vacant in all of these places, stooped in the day shift; spirits locked in different phases

Waiting until it’s too late to find the truth, stuck reminiscing on youth, and regretting never biting the fruit; but maybe that’s a lot to assume

A shattered lens can’t capture a clear view, that’s near to needing something to adhere to, like trying to fly without wings, you can’t steer true

Let the rivers flood with questions unanswered, a society tampered in a different standard, wrapped in plaster, hammered

The comfort behind the curtain, sufficient with all that’s certain, no surgeons in this version; tricked into believing happiness is suburban

We’re all still in tribes, run from it, but you can’t hide, you can feel it when you find where you reside; your heart is the guide

The stars projected onto our skin, wondering where to begin, but it’s always already started within, just let your thoughts flow and chip it off of your chin