warp from snowcoat by morning bun

milk, it falls from the sky, it wont give out, it wont give in
i dont wanna try, not anymore, i wanna be given
voice, please dont give up please dont give out, please dont be ridden
of all your sweet upper tones, the softness is gone, and screeches are filling

the air around my mouth grows still, and
i dont wanna wait to die but i promise i will

i just cant keep out, i cant keep in, blood from my lips
or slow the bending of bone, like wood in the rain, all warped and forgiven
from what itd been built to be, now free to unfurl, and scream when the sun hits

release the air youre holding in,
and see it slip away on a sliver of wind

release my hand, my only friend,
and see it slip under a river of wind

• Comedy
• Santa Cruz