Pressed

I am the sky falling, falling down

Pressing on your perfect frame

You run and scream, scream my name

You hide behind your perfect lies

That open worlds in my demise

I am the sky falling, falling down

You’re over dressed, I'm un-impressed

My cold advance, your fingers stressed

Normality just comes apart

Lines dissolve, it ends then starts

A quickening of open hearts,

Open hands and open wrists

I am the sky falling, falling down

I am inverted life, the anti

I am the sun not burning

I am the earth not turning