Coyote

This eye scrapes on ice inside

When's this heart going to let go

In the last hours of our reality

We think we'll all save our humanity

But it's a quick trip and a cheap shot

Not a map for the future
But a graph of all your plots

Out in the wilds the coyote cries

Good riddance and goodbye

This fire burns, a cold riven flame

Kicked into touch like paper in the rain

For a heart beating brightly

A beacon in this pain

When's this heart going to let go

This eye scrapes on ice inside
When's this heart going to let go