Dressdressdress

Black and blue fills my eyes
With it carrying such heavy space on it's shoulders
None being relieving
And no room to simply inhale

With everything inside and out
Life drowns itself out of the noise
Into a realm where the noise becomes
Not dead, but very much screaming

There's no guarantee we'll get out well
Alive we'll be, in His carpenter hands
But with the clock past 12 and the tongue grown dry
I plead for my life, yelling "homecoming"