My throat clears out a path 
To leak a stream of infidelity 
I cannot seem to swallow
 
But Someone might have put
A ten ton catastrophe in my chest
Or blown a black balloon, big and hollow 

With no catalyst can I digest blind eyes 
To the truth I gorge with my heart 
To the secret pain in which I wallow 

Be it a poetic nest, or a loser's hole
I escape the demons who run the head
And let my nightmares run shallow