POUR MY LIFE INTO A PAPER CUP

How long Will I slide?

In the realms right by your side

Turn to drafts you feel at night

In the corner you could have sworn

You're not alone

The dry wall moans

The teeth in the hole are beginning to rot

Turning to dust it's not just the pot

'Cus I'm not low

The attic lights on on its own

This domicile is not my home

My Separated side I don't want it

We're haunted

The curse of the house

The gold in my mouth

My head to the wall they're all coming out

Just seeping through the cracks, they spread

They cover all rats, they burst

A Jackson Pollock made of guts

I vomit

I'm mouthless

Asphyxiated

Can we save them?

The smell of the death is overtaking

Slipped like a disk to another dimension

Corner of your eye you can see my reflection

Stuck in the walls I grasp at your kinfolk

Can you just hear me?

I'm gasping sincerely

for air

I can't come up for air

Whispers in the hall

Turn to thoughts you can't recall

Doesn't matter what you saw or what you think you really saw

Doesn't matter what you saw or what you think you really saw