It's not a living

My eyes can't see in the darkest timeline
And you won't give me what is mine
I play my harp as other angels die
Take my life & throw it in the feed

No one hears me whispering
I don't want to lift my head
If it's not easy I'll surely swallow blood into my heart, dumb in my head

Stop listening to the gears turn
It is the grind & I'm not the wind
I won't live life while working
2016 Piemerica
Lyrics & Poems
Written by Michael Reyes
August 4, 2016