If you lose yourself,

In the heart of America you’ll find,

Brick roads, lizards, dead trees, and broken homes but,

Don’t go out at night.

There’s a big hole in the sky,

Stand still enough and you can feel it,

Pulling the tears out of your eyes,

The air out of your lungs,

You whisper silence,

And slowly,

But surely,

You shiver,

You burn,

Then you vomit.

All you need to live,

And the last thing seen,

Is the heart,

Futilely beating.