The Sliver

THIS IS A PLACE CALLED VILLAINY WE’RE ONLY HERE FOR THE REST OF OUR DAYS WE’RE IN A MOTOR CRASH, COLLIDING WITH FATE SPINNING IN FLAMES THE WAY THAT WE SLAM ON THE BRAKE WITH THE DESOLATES COVERED OUR EYES TO THE SIZE AND THE BREADTH OF IT WHERE A SLIVER OF HOPE REMAINS REALIZE THAT THE PRIZE WAS THE DEATH OF IT WHAT HAVE WE LEARNED IN THESE SUNLESS WASTES? WAS WE LEFT IN OUR WAKE WAS BUILT TO ERASE AND YOU CAN’T HIDE, OR DENY WHAT LIES UNDER THE VINES IT IS SERPENTINE, AND IT FINDS ITS WAY TO THE DEPTHS OF OUR LIVES WITH THE DESOLATES COVERED OUR EYES TO THE SIZE AND THE BREADTH OF IT WHERE A SLIVER OF HOPE REMAINS REALIZE THAT THE PRIZE WAS THE DEATH OF IT BUT IF I SEEM LESS THAN GRACIOUS CEDING THESE VICTORIES TO YOU WHERE NONE BUT A SLIVER OF HOPE REMAINS PIERCING THE ARMOR AND STRAIGHT TO THE VEINS ALL WE CAN DREAM OF IN GARMENTS OF CHAINS IS ONE SHINING MOMENT WHERE A SLIVER OF HOPE REMAINS