I. You seem so... pertrified Quivering in familiar surroundings. Spinning; you fall unaware Of your lungs collapsing. I hear the bells chime... I know it's the end.
II. This was never your fault.
III. Sitting stagnant deep Within the volcano's heart, Keeping a sacred soul rhythm, Clutching starving hands; My breath strangling their lungs. As I erupt I wonder how many Souls I break With the tree roots I rip from underneath them. I wonder how much suffering Triggers a beautiful R E B I R T H.
IV. I don't have a pulse.
V. A silence sits inside my pressurized skull, So loud and so deafening that the monsters Dwelling in my ears cannot hear the world scream.
VI. I mourn the death of things Before they are lost. I've built gravestones for relationships Prior to them having the slightest itch to melt away. Rigor Mortis settles into my heart I sit frozen and stiffened Waiting for a world around me to deteriorate. I anticipate the last breath to escape our lungs With a whisper of "goodbye".
VII. I have pulled myself apart to put you back together.