Hell Is Warm
Steve Ciolek
How do we not get lost?
How when a focused eye
Isn't an open me
How when I know the dark
Is just a changing scene
How do we not get lost?
How if you're just a touch
And I'm just a touch too certain
How when I know a god
Who looks like a white person
The pain it turns to razor burns
The pain it turns to razor burns
You grow and then suddenly don't