Broken Teeth

By This Is Hell

On Sundowning

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We named this vessel hope in spite of fate but it's taking on water at and alarming rate

Hours and days and weeks spent biting my tongue until my teeth met

Hours spent days spent, weeks spent biting my tongue until my teeth met

The sun is out and I'm feeling like the walking dead, completely unaffected by the blood I shed

Hours spent, days spent, weeks spent

I bite my tongue, we are the walking dead

We do this now because we've done it before

We cling to hope because she floats like a corpse

The sun is out and I'm feeling like the walking dead, completely unaffected by the blood I shed

Hours spent,days spent, weeks spent

I bite my tongue we are the walking dead

We don't sleep, this is a restless road

We're getting much too used to burying our own

Our senses dulled but we still know

Unaffected by the blood we shed are are the walking dead