Palpitating arteries eviscerate, a familiar taste that tastes like nothing
Frustrated art under his eyelids fading, clever words I’m never caught saying
Lost impressions leave deceptions, a tempestuous flood caught in the fray
Wish my headspace wasn’t suffocating the sun day after another day
Imagination stuttering, slowly dying, what are you trying to hide?
If hell’s your new phenomenon, I’m afraid it’s far too late to be described
Every broken bone that the restless audience throws back to your act
Refusing to feel right again, this time I know that I don’t know where to start
Don’t look at me. Don’t look at my deathwish. Nor my blinded existence.
I do not wish to breathe the same way you do. Do not bleed out of my presence.
My words are glass blades lodged under my bruised throat, so do not dare me to cough
The eclipse feels impossibly heavier without your weight to hold me down
And so I quietly submerge with only the sound of my empty thoughts.