8/16 - Helms Alee

Shot to hell

But don’t look down

At your shot for shoes

And your tarnished crown

Holler when you hit the bottom

Slam your face in the sand

Go get that Ass

We’ll accept no less

Less than a full day

Born but there’s not shame

Swords in the same mane

Bored but there’s no shame

Ain’t no sense in wasted breath

As ground shifts we beg at best

For ears to catch the echoes left

Your voice a gust of wind

Swept under the rug our good intent

Hibernate there in dark love

Reap the benefits

In your vision but no more real

Understand this

Saintly steal this

C’mon and synchronize

Ain’t no such thing as nonsense