I stay awake with my eyes rested
I look for sound I unaddress it
I count my pounds
I softly sigh that im a few short
I measure my height without growth to report
I burn my lungs
And scream without voice
I listen more to the static noise
Waking back up having never slept
My legs don't move
I do it all again
In a pastel sky I see hard lines drawn
In my softest mind
I suffocate myself
My tongue stays numb and I fall asleep
when I wake from it again the soft was all a dream
I draw blood and sorrow from a bank to invest in a future I will never see
