Rot

You started this without

Any doubt

My chin's sore

And red are your knuckles

When stars aligned

And our egos entangled

We were safe

But now we turn a page

A monster your reasons make of me

Everything I hear

Is everything I see

To keep stories straight

Was a beautiful drying well

We've moved so far, forgot from where

Now we're here

We keep returning to a cold

It seems it's all we know

Now that we

Are gonna break peace

Time comes when we are not a pack

Tolerance will run out

Slowly we're rotting with time

Time comes

Violence is in us

Behind my stretched arm and index

Sleeps catastrophe

The profession of blame,

An alibi of shame