• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 10

Cracks and corpses

The drops of feelings and the ocean of tears
Will do nothing for the panic
Will do nothing for the fear

The slow sharp edged knife
Will mercifully end this pitiless life
The note lying next to the corpse
Will be aptly titled 'just because'

The world is hungry enough to consume its own
There are cracks in everyplace we call home