Bury Me next to my conscious
I'll twist my eyes inside my skull
Get up to fall back down again
The line I walk is blurred out in silence
I save words only to contain a qualm of failure & lonesome behavior
I sink back to the root of muteness
If I hide well enough to reemerge
I’ll scratch the air
We’ll scratch the air
Congratulations on using gestures as a communication
Breath in
Then out again
Exsanguinate
I’ll seep away my grit alone
Bury Me next to my larynx
I'll sew my words inside my mouth
A qualm of failure & lonesome behavior in me
All-judging eyes worshiping a web of lies
They're tangled around me
Unchain my thoughts my dear
Back to the root of muteness
If I hide well enough to reemerge
I’ll scratch the air
We’ll scratch the air together
Stop using prowess as a manipulation
Breath in
Then out again
Determinate
I’ll chaperon my grit
Hide in the dark
A shadow of my own sense
