i was not prepared to die
but the earth swallowed me whole
and buried in the dirt
i knew i’d lost my heart
how do i start again
when i can’t move
how do i start again
when i can’t breathe
the world that i made
built from building for myself
how did it come to this
the empty shell the hallowed ground
how do i start again
there across the street
the ammo of the boom
silence of the fear
by rooms of untold crimes
a crossing sign ignored
the violence of the land
land that’s built on water
water that’s destroyed
how do i start again
and what should i expect
of the things i failed to protect
what should i demand
of the things lost at my hands
i was not prepared to live
that’s really where it starts
that’s where i lost my faith
and felt free to drown the world