Once torn
Twice hit
Three times betrayed
Four lost sleep
Five cut
Six running
Down to my spine
A cold gust of air
Seeping through my lungs
It’s all rushing through and
It gets so loud I can’t even think!
They talk They talk.
They scream and cry
And it’s all me I know

But now it’s Quite

The Quiet before the storm
Counting up to the moment
When it all falls down