It's just too much to move right now
Through the pounding, tightening bass
of life rushing through my chambers
Each successful movement of blood pulls me down further

My heart feels dry, hung inside my chest with only a rusty nail
It is clambering against my throat with every beat
Deafening my mind

I have to move or my chest will implode

I **** cold air into my dusty heart
in a rhythm that makes no sense

And it starts to accelerate

But my thoughts are empty...
And my soul knows better

It relays these messages to my heart
my heart drums the rhythm of reality throughout my body.
I can't ignore it
I can't fix it.




I swallow all of the tightness,
burning, dreams and screams

This time, it's forcing its way out of my bile and into my heart
It runs through my veins, and never rests
It is no longer a quiet frustration
No longer a memory, or the past
It's my throat
It's my stomach
It's coming out
forcing its way through my mind
Now it's grown
It burns like so much blood

I can't swallow down fire
I can't hold it in my mouth
It doesn't drip like blood
It grows
It destroys
It burns off the dust of my soul
The smell is what brings me here
To panic, to gag... to sob.
The smell of the living dead memories
Burning inside by the fire of all that pain awake... again.