Guilt And The Like - Mouth Of The Architect, Chris Common

your hands lay like stones

if you try to lift them

you drop them on your face

this is the moment things change

the moment things would never be the same

so you … you crawl and.

upward

if you were here now, I’d cut you open

because I don’t want to feel anymore

I want it all to burn?

This guilt is all-seeing

killing anyone

to the star?

We all …

Until the end