Hold On
Scentless hands delay
Your false crime
Undecided words
Fill the rhyme
Your hands tied upon
Grey sounds ahead
Set your senses blind
Before the dead
Hold on…
Hold on, hold up, hold out
Drop your wings on his
Absent-minded blood
Your hands as clean as new
Colors untied
Spaces in between
Voices that rise
Capture your outspread self and
Turn it into flies