Autotonsorialist - The World Is A Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid To Die

Most often the house is empty

And is if I were about to touch another for the first time again,

My hands shake as I think

The buzz is light tickling the air like my hair tickles my spine

As it trickles down water flows

Would you help steady my hand

Help make my coastlines less jagged?

I think my name is safest in your mouth.

Our wrong blood is in your history.

How could you drown us out?

Our wrong blood gives in.

How could we give in?