Shallow breaths, leaking sweat glands
Time downshifts, speaking becomes a chore,
Larynx quivering violently
Swaying side by side, dancing aimlessly

You zealously prepared for this,
But dreadful emptiness fills you
Pride spilling, eager to drive your head into necropolis

Anxious to belong with putrefying corpses
Wishing the heavens will take you back,
But Hell chars you out of your misery

It's like begging spilt milk
To flow back into its broken glass
You stand here now, so jump the gun
Dive into the abyss, defuse the ticking bomb
The chicken will be dressed anyway
Might as well rise to the occasion

Lift the curse of silence
Say it, say what you're unable to say
Fumble speaking, but speak anyway
Say it even if it doesn't make sense
Sing, and descend with the sunset