7 Month Corpse

Bound in our shape I’ll let myself betray

To create a timeline that'll eat my pain

There's a chance weighing me down

That it's where I sought to leave

Plagiarizing love out of pierced veins

With sweat dripping down your face

What comes before?

It always comes out

What the writhing's purpose was

When we forgot

You can let it go this time

I can figure out my rhyme

Surviving rocks restoring lost time

Tossed in circles ready with disease

There is this pain in me

Taking every breath I breathe

My fear is contagious

And all I wanted to be

Is trickling down the Ativan

Who never forgot how to fall

And share the corpse dead in the hall