Coughs the wrack the heart upon the ribcage
Holding onto a life that forsake you
Years before
Longing for one last second
Seemingly unconnected fragments
Cut the feet of whom
Upon this floor tread
And about to give way
Under the pressure
Deny your well-meant concerns
And wish you ill...and wish you ill
Blades to unzip the daydream
Concoctions to numb the throb
Reflective fragments
That trap the moment
And take years off of the life
The loss of a life
Preempted by the droning of bees
So ready to die
In defense of their queen
And I have not yet made peace
Stab through skin to fill with blood
My spawn shall grow strong
And from the mindless sludge
With purpose swarm