your face is snowing

High atop
The gristle mill
With arms outstretched
With lungs intact
A case of malt
A time of pleats
With hardcore beatdowns,
Static tears
In times of grace
We sip from life
A sickened syrup
Silverleaf
From high atop
This granite field
With lungs outstretched
With face intact
A chemist broods
A ceiling falls
With pleats intact
With static rain
In times of syrup
Facts are life
Your face is snowing
Surrogates