still breathing in this dream, this graphic distance. scenes burnt beyond brown eyes. rewinded indications of your free-fall system disguised. soft, but not yet breaking. reverb is suicide. is this the first time casting shadows of your own? this ruined silence filtered dimly through lit halls. replacing never seems much farther than display. tomorrow's just an excuse to wait. regrets so shallow, in simple we find grace. fast forward resolutions tearing ripcords holding your place. fatal endings are fail-safe lives. is this the first time casting shadows on your own? while gaining something of forgiveness with a shotgun confession. Can you feel this sound? it's never quite the process. arms bound beyond our reach. if you were to see that i'm mistaken for indecisions valued. staying past this shoreline, to be close at hand. so base intentions saved to lead false wars, you've lost your faith to drown this insurrection. reactions are deceitful. and anyway, you've come to steal or pass december's fate. defeat will outlast your resolve. surrendered words still break the stage, these symptoms spent begin to fade.