A song

Parts of this prison

Glow like a prism

When sunbeams

Hit raindrops

On windows

They glisten

And glint

Leave maps

And hints

In condensation

When fingers flick

Altered acrylic

Like scrolls

Like scriptures

Burnt holes in Perspex pictures

Pressed lips blow cold O’s

That break free

Ascend

And dissolve

Like all signs over time

Like hope

Rip up bed sheets

Make a rope

Nope

She said

You live in your head

You’re missing a lot things

You’re missing a lot of things

Salvation is a credit rating

Fear not of man

Or divine entities

But did god get the best of me

Cos this temple has a very high entrance fee

Salvation is a credit rating

Fear not of man

Or divine entities

But did god get the best of me

Cos this temple has a very high exit fee.