</null> from Body Songs by Circuit Circuit

Morning
The sun hangs low
Casting it’s shadow like a stain
Peeling at the veins as a god goes north
On a day worth nothing
As ashes fill a digital urn
tears like shovels soften the dirt
The sun hangs low
On a day worth nothing

Callous hands wrap around the frame
Of formaldehyde lungs stained
black like the glow of an unplugged screen
Sever the umbilical
As the flesh rots away

Ampersand casket for God and her prophet
Proves that no peace lives in the past tense
Now in every picture of you
There's a halo around your head

These pedals rot away
Just listen to me
Just let me know

That its not real
Just listen to me
Its just misread

I pray for peace when life left your eyes
But the weight of heaven has me wasting breath
How pointless is it
How pointless is it
The end of this world will be drowned

I dissolve in this sweetened deicide
As jealously and guilt become one in the same
You’ll be alive with
every color
now as your illumination

I saw the fury at the edge of the street
And scoffed as he boar his crimson teeth
This voyeuristic
Gaze it pierces
The throat of regret and leaves me helpless

Consume the hand of the god that feeds
If his hollow palms are so quick to take then why shouldn’t I be allowed the same

Prayed for peace when the light left your eyes
(Cruel dream paint golden skies)

Will the roots of the earth
even be able to stomach
His worthless sack of meat
Why should he be reborn?
Who granted this reprieve?
I swear if I just got the chance

I'd tear him from the earth
And strip skin from bone
And trade his rancid pelt
For a better life for her

(Will the dead sing forever?
Songs of praise or songs of pain?
When a body sings it’s swan song
Why should it be beautiful?)

I pray to the earth
But the dirt can’t be heard
Over trumpets that sound
For the serpent’s last breath

Left content to smother this
Innocence in peace
You’ll be an apostle above the ground
Where only god knows

That I am left with nothing to offer except a desperate plea
Don’t let this life be null like a future of empty dreams
Corrupted by the alternative
Just delete this memory so I won’t have to go on living as this worthless pillar of salt

Don’t let this life be null.

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