Blind
Wet and trembling
Blood and soil
Born gasping for air
Clawing
ripping nails
Pulling further
From despair
Yearning
Aching
Everlasting want
For the warmth
For something beyond
the squalid womb
That we call home
Wasting breath,
courting death
For nothing in return
Our winter skin is craving more
For anything beyond
the callous touch of night
We are still crawling towards the light
Twisting
Toward the shine
Contorting
To survive
Bending our bodies
Just to be a little more alive
Creatures of an
Indifferent creator
Making our way from the deep
Praying for color
To wake us from
Our monochrome sleep
Wasting breath,
courting death
For nothing in return
Our winter skin is craving more
For anything beyond
the callous touch of night
We are still crawling towards the light
Blind
Wet and trembling
Blood and soil
Still gasping for air
Clawing
ripping nails
Seeking shelter
From despair
Creatures of an
Indifferent creator
Orphans of dirt
Praying for color
To wake us up
to lead us home