Remember

Breaking at the 

Bridges where we

Cross our skin with lines.

Torn up 

Torn to 

Pieces, we put together 

and make rhymes.

Breaking in the 

Places where we

Couldn't find our thoughts.

Loud and things got

Louder 'til we're 

completely terror-wrought. 

Sing your words 

Alone, in a darkened forest 

Night. Things will just 

Get darker, 'til there's 

No such things as light. 

Hiding in the tree-arms

To keep those chills away,

we'll have to sing it louder

if we want to see the day.