Howling at the wall

Been ingesting tiny flakes of paint for way too long

Still can’t see anything at all

And I’m not at home, not here

I’m not at home here

Solid bones won’t hold

They feed the blight, spouting mold

A cat clawed tongue, a still hushed hum

A language all its own

While I’m burning up alone, whirring thoughts still shake my bones, but I think I’m fine alone

If only you wouldn’t stay the night

If only you’d stop wasting all my time

If only I could learn to be happy I’m alive, then maybe I’ll be fine