Sow collective means of defence.
Do I know you?
My mind is dense...
Is this suffering even real.
How should I attempt to feel.
How to open an invisible wound. How to tell if my hearts in ruins.
Now's the time to rob sympathies. Take them all, they're not for me. Break out the fiddle. The unsolved riddle; find the answer in your shroud.
My voice is unsettled. Your spirits loud. Why am I floating in this cloud, following the dead. Hiding inside my own head.
That's where your found when your broken body is in the ground.