In the city winter lights I can hear his labored sigh As he chokes on life Sirens call it: sunrise Is it your time? his? or your father's? Simulacra: seal my mouth with dirt Simulacra: ephemeral worth Encapsulate the silence Breathing spirits Trembling numb fingers Grasp for it Just like the aphorist It's all myth It's worthless Everything in life Has a fee Everything in life Has a fee Everything in life has a fee Everything in life has a fee The burden is living