suffocator

Your song is graceless
 At length, I'm losing grip
 Cough blood up in the stranglehold of all we love
 Because at best, I'll slip
 It never works that way
 A beating migraine
 I'll show myself out
 You're a bullet in, a bullet in my
 You're a bullet in, a bullet in my brain
 No salutations, 1948
 From the top now
 I materialize, deteriorate
 I materialize, deteriorate
 I materialize, deterior- I disappear
 Caution to the wind
 With smoke and caffeine spins
 There's sirens circling my youth
 The mess I'm wading in with trauma settling
 Are we settling?
 Are we settling?
 Tacked up funeral cards
 The deafening silence of the room that you
 That you died in
 Catholic girls and books of matches burn
 I felt my stomach start to sink in
 Like suffocating
 Suffocating
 No use fighting it now