I don't know what I'm up to lately, I can't say how I've been. I rattle when I move my body, my insides break the skin. I'm weary of the nice things, I'm lonely for the truth. I thirst for emptied bottles that I smashed through in my youth. Nobody is dying, but there's a grief inside my mind. My principles unwinding, we cut teeth to bear the light. I am sharper than a tacky saying, I am duller than these walls. You could push me through this hell I wade if you could meet me here at all. I would never beg, I beg myself to believe. Just one more void attempt to keep me from sinking deep beneath.
I don't know what you're up to lately, I don't know how you've been. You rattle when I move my body, your insides break my skin.










