Woke up to the sound of siren again
scrolled through pages of their pain
trembled as the heat left our fingertips
tangled in the messes of our brain
Idleness crawled across our ceiling
as we tossed and turned
searching for some meaning
There’s a crack in the heart of the damned
growing into an ulcer someday to be inflamed
The fire in their eyes
warned to smash someone dead
In the aftermath
we crawled back into corners
locked up in our heads
and wept
Yunzhi Pan 