be

		from a swerven shore to bend of bay
		just as easy to die on a bright sunny day
		when my mind and heart return
		to count the crackings of my faults
		to try and tell the form is dark
		to pitch a pain and make it hold
		to crawl through rain in dust parched bowl
		these are the things we may not do
		this is where the light grows dim
		this is where all voice is stutter
		this is where all lips shall crack
		this is where my life has led me
		this is where i chose to stay
		this is where i fall apart