I'm cavern crackling
Broke
There's a cistern
That talks

So I hide--
Gregariously behind sunglasses
And tatter-ed hoodies.

As I poison myself
To death
With nothing-
A stream bellows

Emptiness
Masking how numb
The Moon is,

Sunlight sleeps-
Allegorically into time
If a chronomancer
Knew.

My memory was mist
I'd apologise stupidly
And hide my hands to
Show you the complexity
Of pain.

But I'm just
A closed book burning
Blood with
My inability to speak.