sybil

rushed off
brushed off the metal wave
lunar rays reflected off the coast
my eyelids dim
off the specular stream
my consciousness is lost along the film
byte by byte
i notice my stills
lack confidence
i am desperate for a breath
it used to be for my death
i am a traitor to my brass
and i have to reason to last

sling me off the path
become obsolete with the grim
reaper of my dreams
i feel no pain because i'm still