Vomit of the shelled creature
Engaging our sense of what we know, what is hear
Pulled farther than Its reach
To the edges of darker things
Dead lights wait eternal and mortal
I don't want to float in my childhood fears (we all float down here)
There's subtle interest in my aging worth (we all float down here)
Voices from the drain
No violence here just children playing
And this light it clings to arms like
A lucid nightmare, a seasoning of sorts
Its guise terribly frightening
But misleading, like my adult skin
What's done in youth often can't be repeated
Scarred palms ghosting what did we used to bleed
And it all comes back with force
Knocks you to your knees, what are friends for?
What are our lives if we don't remember?
Unkept and barren and wandering the earth
To be called back because of wounded pride
We'll kill it this time for the dead and ignored
Despite our own lives, what's this been for?