Choking on nails as the spike is hammered in. Pine boxes pile up we're sick from the stench. Exploding on contact is our fat skin. Choking on nails. .
When you finally become a mute. While a sad song plays. You lie helpless and lost. Infected by the truth. . That was fabricated by you. Your image shattered.
Shots ring out like a bell. As they're running away from the scene. The sweat leaking down to my pillow. Makes it so much harder and harder to sleep. .