In my bones there is a dull rot

A drag on grey sands

Every movement feels alive

But turn my heart inside out

The pain nestles in there

Fine in its home

And I wish it would all crumble

I am falling but the ground refuses to move

I am crying but no tears will ever fall

I am breaking but the pressure stays

I am tired and I am tired and I am tired

I wait for a pause that comes and goes

I crave for colour, something to dance on the walls

But bloodshed never happens for a reason

The world is always too quiet

When I scream too loud

An echo of substance

Is not a mirror in the water