I will dive right down for your love
Treading on broken glass and needles
Chest pains that come from breathing
Keeping up with this vertigo feeling
From under my dessicated tight skin
The insects come crawing from within
Now get up, the air is running low
Wait for the light to enflame the glow
What are we here for? Figure it out
What have we done that we are in for?
Who do we bow to, off feet, on our knees
Figure it out fast before it bleeds
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 