I can’t describe
What stirs inside
Is it disgust?
I’m scared of life
Nothing calls me.

My head is melting
Hot wax in my eyes
You’re different now,
A grey sludge surrounds you

To touch you would be
an open mouth of sharpest teeth
Words aren’t forming
Static in my head

My voice box aches with longing
Fingertips itching
Eyes are locked away
Far away calls me.

Does this feeling never shake
Am I stuck in the snow

Can I never be nothing
Am I allowed to value the fake

Truly what do I know
What is concealed? What is on show

Is the moment ever lasting
Is this clock still ticking

Am I ever right ?
Does this ever show itself

Stuck in a well
damp, slippery walls

Longing for an ending
Black mist is looming

No support
No fingers to grip

and then there was you
who, without knowing
just knew