oh, how you sink so deeply when you are made of light, carved of soft feathering wax.
we watch you gasp for oxygen as your hands tremble, your lips blurry and blue like the sky.
i'm watching your eyes, and i see nothing but the water we've sunk into.
oh, please suffer silently. i have a headache.
if you find yourself drowning in lies, where is the air? or do you breathe them in and exhale them? you make me sick.
your father is so tired of picking you up and uncoiling you out onto the ground. he wants to go home, with your brother sickness and your sister curiosity before you sink into your melodramatic web again.
you are disposable with every word. those who sicken become sick, or were never healed in the first place. you'd cry about your mother, using her for excuses, using anything your fingers could dig into for excuses; there are claw marks on my thighs.
just thought you'd like to know, that's all. the fact, that i'm drowning you and all your lies that wrapped around my silk mind.
was it me? my naivety meeting my lack of heartfelt care, or your manipulation?
it really doesn't matter anymore. oh look, you can't breath.
why don't you just inhale those lies?
