No Common
Jimmy Tamborello
Fall weather
War entangled
Smoke hits
Ceiling
Light cuts
Through it
Calls
Outdoor sounds
Insect fragments
In a field
Snakeskin under
Brush and rubble
The bunker rusted
Door is sealed
The water bodies
Iridescent
Up the stairs
Slow
I breathe as I climb
No signs of life
No hope
No common
No common
Find faith in extinction
No common
No common
Find ways
On fate
First to fall
Nothing at all
Is left
Is left
Vacant summer homes
Frozen patios
Peace talks
Gunshots
Common words don't exist
To keep us from becoming this
If you hear someone outside
You can hеlp
But you should hide