Tangle

Like a shot fired from above

A hurricane just cleared the air

Sent waters crashing at the bridge

Terror kept us shaking, but it was something to behold

Standing at the gash there in the road

It was a perfect place

It was meant for me

It was magic, but I knew it couldn't last

This feeling's familiar, but it's colder than before

Sleeping in the hills above our home

Was it always this way?

Was it choice or fate?

Was it motion that was keeping us alive?

The breath between us

One thousand voices

Our tangled branches

Blanched in thе sun

The slow smothering of a fire

Onе limb against another

One's a louse, one's a waste

Quiet, crushed, invalid

Cheeks flushed, tempers brim

I'd go on if I could only see your face

Begin to lift

Begin to breathe