in complete
and surreal
relaxation
the mind continues to question the marks that I still have on my back
everything's blank now and I'm not sure where the carpet staples are coming from
every time I try to stand I end up coughing up broken globes
there's no comfort in the home anymore
and we can't invite the priest because he's starting to lose his mind again
I don't feel strong and I know that scares you
and it scares me
and I'm cold all the time again
it's hard the breathe deeply when I'm being pushed into the fireplace as every plane takes off