Hands to the Grave

Keep calm on inhale
Hidden, shades curtail, bloodshot eyed deprave
Felt their sinister emotions in braille
And though critics did try best to enslave
We caught them, greyscale, withdrawing to crave
Shred the limiter, our love raised from veil
Your hand to the grave, death naught finisher
Survived to exhale

Heart's dissection, ran deep as strongest roots
Let's breathe again, sun shinning to our fruits