You turned a blind third eye on the world
Now everything you loved is falling apart around you
Vanity is vanity is vanity
The weight of words against mind and body
My enigmatic lapses take their toll
Afraid to reach out to the silence of peace
I've heard this sound before in my head
I felt the shock of air on my wounds
Of feeling wounds heal
Of reopening and closing and moving on
Burdens that don't need to be carried
Lines that don't need to be crossed
Do you understand the balances at hand
Will you ever see what I've seen
Do you understand why I say what I say
Sat in the dark and learned childhood names of demons I've ignored
The hand that denies becomes the hand that begs
We tore skin and carried raw muscle like new parents
Faced abandonment like trains passing without sounding horns
Seeking sleep
Finding shelter with these apneas