Do you remember pulling your blanket over your head as a child?
When your thoughts were running wild. Even in a perfect world our fears couldn't wage a preset war with reality.
So when you've fallen asleep in a cage built by just you, by just you to protect you, don't forget that we build shelters around what we care most. We're careful crafters of shields to protect them from what's outside.
I'm sitting in the rain, locked out, rain pouring, washing away my imagination, a shield to what's real, and I can feel it in my bones, the safety constraints
I'm breaking the shackles of my spine until I feel faint, my backbone shattering.
My teeth chattering over the truth cutting the thoughts into a million pieces, and I'm worried that I forgot that from the fetal position we all can grow.
I'm falling to the ground, i can feel it in my bones.
Straightening my synapses to organize my muscles and bones, pick me up from the ground, but I can't make that climb.
I can feel it in my bones, the past love and deafening woes.  
My heart aches, beating into my rib cage , rattling against the bars like a prisoner. Banging my head into the only survivor in death.
I can feel it in my bones
My lungs collapsing into my hips gasping to the top of my body for a grasp of air.
How is it that, I can feel it in my bones, suffocation only hurts for a moment or two.
My knees covering my eyes, even though there are things I want to see.
My hands busy beating at the translucent thoughts batting around my head
and this is it, I can feel it in my bones.