Unmoored by shifting ground
Deaf to sound I’m a tick in the sea
I’m fat on failing
Interred by a rising sun
Vampire fangs still fit me
I’m losing all the rest of who I am
Like coming to in blackout rooms
But void in my hands, my feet can’t find the floor
Like coming to in blackout rooms
But void in my hands and crawling for a door
There’s no gravity
Faithless and weightless I’m unbound
Adrift I’m erased
This is catching up
I’m out of breath, bad karma
I’m a winter storm
Short breathing, all subconscious
All leaving with no witness
Lungs flood with fragments of a life in parallel
Lights running dry