porcelain (The Art of Disappearing)

Play for crumbs

Hope for closure

No reprieve

Derelict composure

Say I will

And know I won't

Just take your things

And let me go

The fog is thick

The air is cold

More than ever

On my own

I say my peace

And live in hope

So naive

Grief has taken hold

Artificial light

Is poisoning me

They're watching and I'm certain

They have control over me

I'm way too fucking intense

The pressure way too pure to ingest

I say it and wince and try to make sense

Of moments I've dreaded more so than the rest

I say it in jest

Then say it again

I speak with my chest

And wish you the best

The sinew abscessed

I yearn for caress

The greatest distress

To ever express

Dextroamphetamines

Chronic sleep disorder

Bodies lie contorted

Dead, she looks like

Porcelain

The art of disappearing

I can't tell my spirit

That it's all you know

The floorboards are so selfish

The way that they creak

So egregious

So outrageous

The wind chill outside forces a hushed groan

And the bellowing of beckoning call

Desolate, decayed, decrepit homestead

Try not to focus on the details or downsides

Summoning, I've waited for my whole life

Waited for my whole life

Dextroamphetamines

Chronic sleep disorder

Bodies lie contorted

Dead, she looks like

Porcelain

The art of disappearing

I can't tell my spirit

That it's all you know

Dextroamphetamines

Chronic sleep disorder

Bodies lie contorted