That suffocating That's draped like a cowl Over everyone All the time
That rends fingers to skeletal shard Scrapes face to glistening bone Pushes the ground's whispering Heartbeat right up to the hole Where ears sat perched and Peach colored
Until it all becomes a low ring A dull hum The panicked buzz of transparent wings The monotonous Plink plink plink Throwing our bodies against A fake escape
That suffocating Is a burlap shawl Sewn by the wind That you are swaddled in at ****** birth And a burial cowl At bloodless death
We all wear it together And alone But the tailor makes sure It's always on
Awful things happen And we are flayed open Left to bleed dry on the hook of time But how wonderful To watch honey bees waltz From clover flower to clover flower As we are left to mine an ounce of happiness From the fetid vein of misery