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no words

Watch me panic, see the wall that's suffocating me and forget to break it. It is not saving that I'm looking for... no words, no words, no words.

Each movement sings to me in a paranoid harmony making these hands scream for a baby blanket, puff!, and I disappear while blowing a wish upon a bloody wound. If maybe you sew bits of air around the world, the melody will sound softer... Don't look at me! I'm right behind your back and you can't (you can, you can, you can) see this distorted image of my eyes drowning in nothingness of some surreal land. But you're looking though and I'm falling.

Eyes that sense spooky dreams, a constant earthquake on my veins.

pretty silence