If I was deaf I would think I was screaming The emptiness eats away at me Skin like ripped Jeans Heart of glass mind of stone They cut me open just to watch me bleed I'm waving through a window I try to scream but nobody can hear me Banging on the glass with bloodied knuckles My hands are raw Blood dripping down a marble wall
Just a bunch of lines I strung together. I like how scattered it feels.