and time around me grows heavy, a room full of teeth, and the words of the songs are harsh, and slowly crawling from skin. i accept the madness, but still to obey the science, the law, the kindness of... but i don't give in. i keep the health, of the numbers, of the day. i am one and i am two, and i do not leave. i hear the people exploding, and the chords in their eye sockets: the judges.

i tangle, because how could i speak?

off tongues, and revealing too much...

when i leave this violence, i will glow, another piece on the string, pulled across a life. an artform for outcasts.

(You'd be surprised to find how much was in your mind.)