#lowist lowest

[indigothatfloof]

Lying awake, puzzle of bones

Still held together by translucent skin

My veins flow with poison and my joints crack with rust

My minds on fire, my body’s a husk

My roots are buries deep but made of paper and clay

They absorb from the earth but do nothing but disintegrate

I feel the distance but the motions my own

Surrounded by rats and I’m still alone

If what keeps me alive makes me a ghost to you

Then I’ll come back and I’ll haunt this town too

I’m breathing dust while I’m crawling through the dirt

And now I’m the lowest