K8^2&R - Alarms

I can see my nose at all times
Shadowed by the ghosts of our crimes
Wet drops on my skin tears from the sky
Scrolling my alarms in the dead of night
Echoes of a world that's lost its light
Five fingers are useless spaces define
Our fragile grip on this delicate line

Written by:
David Wells

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