Listening to the Righteous - Stream of Consciousness

it can be done alone
but it is not wanted
please
do not make us
achieve in silence

fires in the hills
the moneksy built
the walls
ready to go

burning sensations
through the veins
the metallic time
forced into
flux

to get it
over and done
breath and do not
make a mark
stay away from the
whispers

it gives pictures
in the head
erasable
they do work
without the head

the cold air
to see the eyes
of the plague
undoing the start
from the end.