Stiffed waiting for odds l cannot see
A deal that was not meant to be
All things in the past must be set free
A meager reply of sorts I see
Black holes in the fire beneath my feet
Expanding with eyes I cannot see
Tapes ran to till they burst and break from the seams
A singular sound for all who breath
A chance that was not for me to take
Some reasons that were not meant to be
A stare that turns my way
The walls they speak my name
A face that turns to grey
Echoes my name
