Patterns and webs stick in my head

Like the things that Ive done

And the things that Ive said

Not whats in the work

But the way you may look

Or the way that they hurt

And the people they tell me

the suitcase is full

Im not up for opinion

But Im taking the poll

Its not me who I choose

They have all the control

And the letters they write

Burn and sctratch up my mind

No longer profound as they used to find

The blur of the television

blasts at my hands

Im trying to tell if Im meant to understand

Though the floor keeps on spinning

forced to dance on the squares

No longer a meaning

But blank slits to the stairs

My legs then they buckle

as I sink to my knees

Slipping inside 

while they gaze at the trees

Hair then is flying

as the thoughts whirl the air

and Im down for the process

but all I can do is stare

As the children run smiling

and bricks keep dead still 

Its no longer a game 

Because I am the kill

And the fingers are punctured

their wounds are all split

all on your account

Because of your spit

you said they were nothing 

and so began to believe

You cant take it back

So you'll hide in your sleeves

You kept saying they were extra

not a full beating heart

eventually you said it enough

That you couldnt believe that they arent

Then the time through the hole

stuck paralyzed

Cant see what they are

Just by eating their eyes

But we do

That we do

Envelope judgements and sin

and package the person

until they can't swim

They suffocate under all the corners and sound

until we get what we want and the leftovers

drown