Drowning In A Burning Building

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