With conversations agony falls
It melts and maliciously jumps off
In the form of pity the listener nods basically saying
“You’re sluggished and sticky in wrath,
It has grippen you with its claws,
Made a weapon out of your silent heart,
It’s decoding it slowly letting your guardian-angel’s guard down
From what you’re silently accepting as just a calm vociferous frown,
Look at you’re self in silence you look safe and sound,
You’re just a shadow in a shadow amongst many eating
Absorbing the little light you think you’ve found,
Don’t reach out to me you can barely be found,
My arms are not long enough,
And I’m not wiling to go down…”