I am obscure in moments where I don't exist
In this second. Censorship of a  tear that rolls
But never leaves my optics, that aluminate
In a motion of constant stillness.

Speechless thoughts echo, but are never observed.
I walk in an empty place, but I drown in footstep
That asphyxiate my complexity of needing to
Breath, to breath words expressing a wavering need.

Shrouded on a tapestry of counterfeit smiles, I
Scream in my demise of continued existence.
I'm on the side of the road a tyre flat, but its
My soul that deflated and now I scream in silence.