Avdotya

Leagues of bleached disease
 lay at the helm of iron appendage
 we'll never vocalize the
 words that summoned us to life
 a slow line drip of fact to fiction
 seeps though crack in pantomime
 we dragged our lives
 in our frozen bags behind us
 my pages turned by fingers of ice
 blur sets the stage under city light closer and closer
 i saw as they watched in confusion
 and it comes within inches of hemorrhaging
 a slow glow of metropolitan
 chokes the fear out of me
 we'll never make it off this train alive
 would you haven't an opinion
 your thoughts construed my amnesty
 sentries of the old held paperweights
 to sop their breathing
 i've only been 11 years but i've never felt so alive
 its the drink that keeps on giving
 a temporary vitality
 whats says the ones that threw the bottles
 sprinting from fragmenting
 the glacial backdrop leaves me
 with a sting of longing
 though this ice storm it predicates sleeplessness
 lock the door behind you
 cause it may be the last ride we aver take
 Bury me alive, I'll never forget what
 they gave us
 sleep predicates sleeplessness
 it's never ending