Plaster fractures under the quiet pressure I stare at the outline of a total stranger The oscillating blades chop the stagnant air While iron blooms dark across the cotton weave again Submerged to the temples in a cold porcelain basin Just to swallow the noise of your ancient laws It’s a heavy inheritance, a beautifully violent design And I am bending under the weight of it The lock is rusted but the bedroom door stays shut A forced alignment while the timber groans You take what isn't yours in the dark Leaving a cold current running through my bones A distorted mirror in a failing light A glitching artifact, a body built wrong The windows have eyes in this dying grid Shaming the pulse that keeps me holding on Can’t run the perimeter, can’t break the chain Two separate graves in the pouring rain Left off the ledger, born outside the grace My skin is the canvas for your inherited rot Ripped at the seams, ruined from the start Ruined from the start Trading lead for venom when the boredom hits the blood Spit on the altar, bleed out the engine Ruin the very architecture that ruined us Perforated ceilings, a violent eclipse You always whispered that the only exit opens When the breathing finally stops Plaster fractures under the quiet pressure I wonder if I ever knew your face at all The exit only opens... When the breathing stops.
