Footsteps on the roof, 
and the world is falling on my head.
Piece by piece,
inch by inch.
The weight of atmosphere severe.
Limitted by restricted movement,
I can't see past it all.
Lines, centuries, and letters.
A by b,
x by z.
Eyes touching at the corners
trying to squint through.
The thickness of layers opaque.
Bifocals, trifocals, just make it worse.
The faces suspend downwards
blocking daylight.
Eye by eye,
tooth by tooth.
Down into the drowning past.

Licking light sockets
Electric orange peels
Blood on the blender
Wires unraveling
Copper sparked exposed
Igniting in disdain
Caught all in metal
Pulsing into grounded

We just can't see it.
It's too much scattered and reclaimed.
I'm jaded and disarmed.
Fighting against a plague of needles.
Poison on the landslide again.
Down.
All of the way.
To the nothing rubble at the bottom.

I might have forgotten and remember a hundred times but still don't know the differance between a face and a lie.
Sometimes, when I listen hard enough, I hear my back breaking under the silence you won't give.
Maybe later on, I'll tie my hands shut and crawl my way back to the darkest corner I can find.