Dead Beat
Dead grass yaws
Summer heat yawns
Hot fetid breath
On the back of my neck
A predator on the run
As you scream at the sun
And I can't live without
All the questions and doubt
But they're killing me
And I'm killing me
And the dreaming won't stop
'Cause I can't wake up
Do I even want to
When it's the truth that I'll return to
Like a rhythm without a song
Like a bell without a gong
Like a
Dead
Beat.
Copyright © Olivia Estep | Year Posted 2022
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