1132 - Noisem

an anguishing feeling of nostalgia

lingers from this creeping moment

laying in a tomb of feathers

turns into flames

the crawlspace is musky

but is more comforting than a living room

buried into a pillow

i never want to leave

claiming the anxiety

rest in the heights above the floorboard

slapped across the face

with the reality of whats to become of us

bust my head against the wall

it was my only battle

a sense of agony

a portrait of depression

painting the blood

against this landscape

of a house we call home

the summer is coming

but will always have the aggression of winter

burns cement deeper into the skin

scarring an unlaced mind

the pipe cinders, wasting away

the only reason is to feel numb

i can’t hear you

mumbling thoughts, never to understand

damned to waste away like you

a testament to a broken hope