This is my lungs gasping for breath and my head kept barely above water. My badge of honor is my own straight jacket. My eyes don’t recognize my own reflection. My hands are around my own throat. I’m passing judgement on flooded lives.
When did we turn out the lights? All I remember is watching your silhouette. In the corner, anodyne, casting shadows for those still left. Breath held. Mouth shut.
These used to be parts of the day that didn’t exist. Wordless and worn out. I’m falling over. Prop me up with moth eaten limbs. Drape me over a wilting frame. Let these bones be my cage. I’m awake when you’re asleep. You’re always sleeping.
Crease my skin once more. Berated and beat down. My face doesn’t show enough wear. A hundred lifetimes before my era. I can’t shrug off the burdens I bare. Crawl back to me. Burrow inside me.
I can feel you giving up on me. Voice your regrets through this hollow vessel. Sweat stings my broken skin. Bile burns my torn throat. Unwept for and unloved. Guilt me through life.
With syntax like that it’s remarkable they let you speak. A modern wonder of perpetual motion. Cut the lights on blind eyes. Radio silence for deaf ears. Spit it up. Not drinking blood doesn’t mean you have a reflection. Drown it out.
I don't even know what all these genres even are but this is some good shit.
edit: I actually do know what most of these genres are, about two years later. khonsu00