Freddy Ibarra (8-23-96 / Texas)

Broken hearts seep through my eyes
Searching for more in this life 
These funerals are getting to me 
Soft blades along my feet...
These ghost are really getting to me 
Lost in the shore, beyond the sea
No fear, waves crash the reef

As we all fall down, on fire
Self conscious, astonished, by the door
Feel our ground, feel my liar 
Broken diamond rings in the cupboard
Terror is terrific, but in specifics 
It kills millions, just our religion.

I've lost time writing away
Tearing pages from my insides
Spend ink all damn day
Watching these words collide

Broken things, break away
Stolen rings, break away
These words are my stealth
Break away from myself