THE DEAR HUNTER – Echo

Swaying back and forth,
drunk, looking for more

Pressing my tongue to my teeth,
no sound.

Skin begin to crawl.
Stomach start to fall.

Feeling my lungs quicken pace
and blood begin to run.

Echo a name in the night.
Bodies alone battle cry.
Are we in love, or did we cross the line?
Maybe we’re passing time one on one.