You Run My Raise

You need not see a snare to be trapped. 

Leave the faulty boons. 

nothing more than your crap.

Know you'll never see violence to be heard.

Hideaway. My death is silence

Listen, do you need a knife to be helped?

Delusional, I lack by clueless

False in bloom. Me, you are

Come on young, let's sit and rot.

Faults come, but you break. 

didn’t you run my raise?  

You need not suffocate to be drowned. 

Run-away, and your cuts won't hide.

My deathbed is a suspirum; endless. 

Raise me but you will never see; ending.