Cannot - Wreck and Reference

These cracking bones corrupted

their way towards your silhouette

sacrosanct and smooth

the flicker of halogen

like candles in churches

I never worshipped

a thing of beauty perhaps

for those with eyes still in sockets

I can’t believe

in anything anymore

this air surrounding

no crown but hood

a fabric of lies

and I cannot breathe

This crackling dust erupted

from wires transmitting

what was once opiate

an abstracted projection of desires

injected as quickly as possible

into giddy nervous fools

a thing of joy perhaps

for those with nerves unfrayed

I can’t believe

in anything anymore

this air surrounding

no crown but hood

a fabric of lies

and I cannot breathe