We don't talk - or see
That we are beneath
We can't breathe
Any breath
Because we're stuck
Inside this groove,
Inside this room
Suffocating in the sheets.

And I could never stay
Because everything I do
Depends on my age
As if one day matters
To my vacant mind -
And my chains rise up above me and leave me to my own
In the snow
Of the night
But I am blind.

I was never told that love was a good thing
I was always told it was
Violent and vicious and malevolent, malicious
But in my experiences
It can be quite delicious and nutritious
But ambitious and suspicious
Only; I could still care less
About the fruition of this mission
The addition of submission
The tradition of this condition
Because it's killing me, it's killing you
And medications will not help,
But the drugs definitely do.

Despite my greatest efforts
I can ****
But I can't make the smoke
Go away -
Though I can hide my
Face.
Without a trace
I am gone
Into a world that only I know
Where I can never show
You