The roaches under my nails will live longer than I will
The secrets they whispered will return to them
As if they never left
As they should have to begin with
And the quiet will reclaim what's left
I thought I was content to be consumed by static
But the noise is nothing more than just that
A distraction
And the quiet should reclaim what's left
Solidarity is all that's left to protect me
Or at least that's what I've been conditioned to believe
Maybe I actually do
And the quiet must reclaim what's left
Settle down
Ignore the rising ocean front
Ignore the rising temperatures
Ignore the fact we're dying young
Stay awake
Drowning in a burning building
I guess I'll just drown
Trading ash for salt
Selling years for sand
Strangle us of hope
A thin chalk outline
Refuse washed away
Drown
I have become a shell of the person I once was
Translucent
What once weathered the storms now is splintered by the wind
Splintered by the wind
I have opened the floodgate in my throat
Every day I feel more water fill my lungs
Bringing relief, soothing the acidic burning
A necessary torment to starve my mind
Taking away the sharp, violent pressure in my skull
I guess I'll just drown
Settle down
Ignore we're dying young
I have been consumed by static