Kindred Malady from Hidden Histories by Arroyo Deathmatch

Kindred Malady

Lighter than air when we’re hot,
falling when the fuel is all gone,
I’m finding it harder and harder,
to pick myself up, and see myself in someone other than you.

Every piece might not burn the same,
but they end up the equal when they’re through,
twined through the process of the flame,
the charcoal piece that is me is in you.

Giving ashes to the wind,
bleeding, urn begins to spin,
press your trembling hands against the wound.
we have shared the darkest room.

We’ve been burning,
at the same time,
we’ve been burning,
we’re the same kind,
and it’s the fire that defines our minds.

• DIY
• Punk
• acoustic hardcore
• anarcho punk
• experimental folk
• folk punk
• Albuquerque