Fall of Home, by The Post Mortems

Fall of Home

from Cracked and Crooked by The Post Mortems

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[THIS SPACE FOR DEAD]

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We stare out, away, a cracked and crooked city waves: Hello. In the wake of all that's happened to us, we are truly alone. We tumble from our rubble beds, death's blood-sleep dried in our eyes. Assaulted papery taste buds scream for food, our situation devours our minds. Do you know where you come from? Do you recall the fall of home? I can show you what you're missing, I can show you... Grey-green eyes, bleached from fallout, they don't catch the irony buried alive: in this place we've no names or face, though we're born from labelled times.