Lamplight & Quiet

I have said everything, every way,

Every part of me.

In unison, calling for a coronary bleed.

But there are some things, better unseen

Better unsaid, better hiding

Better undressed

Better left back where they started.

Petrified in your safest space,

Fever pitch of the heart rate.

Spectator sport,

Did you get what you came for?

You can celebrate

A panic attack in a quiet place.

Deafened by the sound

Of the crowd when the lights go out.

Forgiveness

Is out of the question.

I’m not asking to be absolved

I’m asking for action.

Don’t bury me.

Hang me from my feet,

Drain the blood, roll the bone,

Tell me what I already know.

This is mine and mine alone.

Petrified in your safest space,

Fever pitch of the heart rate.

Spectator sport,

Did you get what you came for?

You can celebrate

A panic attack in a quiet place.

Deafened by the sound

Heavy is the head,

Broken is the neck.

Spectator,

You won’t get what you came for.

Heavy is the head,

Broken is the neck.

Suffocator,

My face in the mirror

Heavy is the head,

Broken is the neck.

In the perfect end,

I’ll be my own saviour.

This is not the end you wanted.

This is not it.

Petrified in your safest space,

Fever pitch of the heart rate.

Spectator sport,

Did you get what you came for?

You can celebrate

A panic attack in a quiet place.

Deafened by the sound

Of the crowd when the lights go out.

Heavy is the head,

Broken is the neck.

Spectator sport,

You won’t get what you came for.

Forgiveness

Is out of the question.

I’m not asking to be absolved

I’m asking for action.