It never stops

Double glazed this tomb is breaking, breathing in all the mistaken identities 
ive created 

Reason looking in from the outside
where I hid before they found me
no more dances these broken legs are only rented 
explaining pain to the archways 
as they all sit standing on the thrones
we kept in storage
pretending is the visible 
reminder
that tomorrow will only blind her

tasted the dust in distant barroom 
bedrooms listed in youths careless vestments 

deaths an answer
already taken
a crossed and bleached 
religious relief