kill within reach

kill within reach

we have to make this thing eat
kicking dirt into its cage
making it do what it wouldnt if it had teeth
it's hard to look at you, you know

it rots away, patterns of concrete pressed on its face
what are we even here for anyway?
it's a story we were never told
from a person who isn't alive today

"it kills within reach"
i'm sure that was true at some point
but now you barely hold on

if i let you out now, or maybe next week
you'd learn to love the feeling of sun on your your cheek
it likely won't happen, though
you wouldn't want to behave, but if you did then
in a few days they wouldn't toss you into a grave

"she kills whats in reach"
everyone gets lonely
i'm sure you do too

and when you're gone i'll remember that look you had
with drool dripping down your face