Chutch

Another heart beating mile, and as the world takes it turn down your throat. It cracks the earth as stars hit below your feet. Choking on dust is better than it seems. Rolling earth topples you to the ground, down to the ground. Chilling muscle snaps when you land, snaps when you land, in sand. And frozen phantoms, they damn the anthems, in unison with gentle tyranny. And im waiting for the sky to clear.