Underneath me, something's seething
I can feel your face with my eyes and I'm happy
But usually, something's seething
It tastes a little bit like breathing
It's being
In and out I feel it
Close to my heart and my lungs and my head
And even when I peek externally instead, I see it.
It's fleeting, but it's breathing
Who will deny their body
Many do many do I know many do
But it's over
Now it's the end
The eclipse
The dawn will never come again

In the meantime

I'm seething
Waiting for a chance to peel back my eyelids and
Touch the sky
With every eye

I'm seeing
I'm breathing
I'm being

If someone were to poison her, you would send her away with the poisoner
I don't know you very well
But I know that you are dull
I can't locate light to cling to
Because there is none of that in you

You told me
Selfishness
It's the root of all evil

You poisoned me
You poisoned me and left me with a breed I had never seen
From where did this idea emerge
This notion that all the world's problems could be summed up into a single, subjective adjective
It's sick
A parasite attracting the first doubt and the second uncertainty through the back door
I didn't even present a key
I know you didn't intent for this to ******* me
But it hurts
I will never be ready