"Talk about it."

How can I if my soul is dripping with sweat

If every beat is an empty room

If the calcified interior of my mind

Is aching to find the darkest corner

Of the deepest place

And lay there quietly

Watching the world pivot above

In its starry dying dreams

As I stay

far away

And watch my own

With crackling lungs

Take a last, bird-***** breath.