Second Person

You try to multiply your speed by time to get your distance But you don't see the wood for the trees An experiment with existence Is showing up anomalies You see the day dissolve into the morrow And the slow growing of your second skin Adrenaline beg

you're alone you're afloat in an angry tide does it feel like home? or does it feel like suicide? you're so sharp that you cut yourself sometimes and your devices go to waste, because they're running around with your design. you feel as useless as a

And so the clock strikes twelve, as we find ourselves in a sphere of a clearing in a navy light. There are no stars, just the bars of a car's headlights on the leaves in the dead of the night. Silhouette suits step out of the shadows, into the arena

You are a passing chord you are the blink of an eye you are a quiet word you are the back of my mind you are the ghost of a smile you are a shadow of doubt you are without you are the star that fell too soon tell me - what good is the sun? yeah - wha