Spent hours in spaces between this world and next

Waiting for when you'd resurrect

So weak the wind could blow you to dust 

Holding onto that tearing rope

Sweat stains your brow as you hope

To this infinite, I call neverending

Consuming evermore 

Still eavesdropping on nothing

On the nothing that exists

Still sticking like flies 

To irresistible sweetness 

It finds in this ditch

Wondering when you'd receive the gift to leave

Knowing not what to expect

Making anything of the scraps left 

Over from the rest

You say it isn't easy, they pay you no respect

Why does it even matter

When now buckets crowd the floors

Where outside's weight seeps 

Through the suffocating ceiling, it pours

In the places that we sleep