mouth stuffed with cotton
tastes of bitter alcohol
soaked in broken dreams
pulling at the seams
wishing to speak
then silence covers mind
no desires left to want
from deep thoughts they daunt
swallowed salt and metal
gagging, choking urges
gasping for breath not found
those around won't hear a sound
droning days the same
nights hold melting sparks
needing something badly
has no name, sadly
field of spider lilies
cover every bone
rebellion paints each stem
poured out on impulsive whim
pattering drops, giggles
pondering ways to die
each one sending tremors
running red that shimmers
