100 years from stop sleeping by landmammal

i woke up with black palms and i looked all around
and as i walked to the chapel i sunk into the ground
then i tried to drive north but the roads were in ruin
so i turned off my headlights to be burnt by the moon

the next town i came to had no families left
and i could not stay there, so i hitched to the west
i was trying to call you but the lines had all died
and when i looked out the window petals fell from the sky

i woke up again and the snow was all red
so i cut off my hair, baked my blood into bread
the room filled with steam so i opened the door
and the wind peeled the paint, stripped the wood from the floors

and i couldn't ask jesus, i could never look back
he looked too much like you with your palms painted black
and i was sure i would faint then, sure i would cry
when i heard of your new name, petals fell from the sky

then i woke up a third time and still knew it was wrong
because the dishes were done and my hair was too long
the blinds were tied up, i heard the atmosphere groan
and by the look of the clouds i knew that you had come home

you sat down beside me, fingers slanted and sharp
pushed me down to the floor, touched black palms in the dark
you ripped skin from my face and you opened my thighs
and you made sounds in my body while petals fell from the sky

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