This unrest beats out my breath. Disconnected thoughts jangle in a mess. This unrest crucifies my chest. Without anaesthetic it cuts. Through tumorous flesh.
Hearing you -- in my sleep. Feeling you -- your cadence seeps. Whispering in flashback -- the spectres of your memories. Fall in glistening showers -- such a tender descent.
Oh, pull on the rein and haul me in. Back to the start where eyes first blink to see. A flowing mane a cut-glass limb. And they're falling soaring so rhythmically.
You awoke in a burning paperhouse. From the infinite fields. Of dreamless sleep. You return to tiannammen. An eyewitness in a shroud. To see them fall, feel them yield.
At the top of the stairs is a locked room. My secret chamber that no outsider views. For entry is forbidden prohibited. Behind this door is my other self.
I know it's all a game. I know they're all insane. I know it's all in vain. I know that I'm to blame. This tearing apart. . I think we all should die.