There, not moving an inch
You\'re as still as Kritios Boy with that deadpan look
Uninspired and gloomy in a poetic trance
You must have stayed up all night again, brooding
In this internal tug-of-war with déjà vu, you\'re losing bad
And my thoughts are wild vines colliding like spitfires
I can\'t digest the heat, the blood soaked mouth crying out
The silk of my blood reaches to a foam, and you look in the mirror
Staring at your blank eyes, your teeth, your shapeless face
But you don\'t recognise yourself anymore, just this déjà vu
This old friend not speaking but saying hello
Everything is so quiet in this room of torture, I can\'t bare it
My breath limps to a halt, a solid wood remembrance I nullify
Raindrops pouring out of the black night sky
Peeling away at the surface of the façade to reveal
The dream never ends, but in that impossible rabbit-hole swirl
I\'m conscious, I\'m not the lucky one, and it\'s unfortunate
You left me stranded on this island with no fruit
And now I\'m tangled in the orange roots of your love
That penetrating hook of sweet nothing
Just like we dreamed, leaves blowing in the wind
I am white and bloodless and afraid of the hour
I can\'t take the pain any longer, that eternal ache I pacify
I feel it grow like fungus and I think I\'m dying
I feel more little than I ever did, praying to a false god of hope
A storm of memories with steel boots telling me lies
I\'m thinking of words like diet, wax, glass, ark, because
When I think of words they remind me of you
It doesn\'t matter what I think, I\'m not important
I\'ve never been disciplined, never won anything
I never did make it out of that barbed wire
In a dark lake with no air
Everything is catching up with me
White flames and memory tinders in a rut
And I realise I\'ve been biting my nails again
Anxious in my daydream, thinking much about nothing
Life was never invincible, just a string of time in which
We aimlessly think in a daze
Mother, your love is atemporal and I\'m sorry
I\'ve always been an encumbrance
Father, your absence was the highest mountain
I could never climb through those lost echoes, those throes
Eyes meeting and fears slipping away
In and out of taxis and stopping at every beach
Just to watch the sea, obsessions in textbooks
I dissolve, I sculpt eyelids, pits
Marrow.