I aspire to touch the floor in my falling dreams

An agoraphobic flare come to a head

This is not the worst I've been subjected to

At this point, I've grown up with the knowledge of the task at hand

Soaking in the anger brought to my battle weary feet

Acting as one in the corner should

Bleed into your mouth

Swallow the truth down

Get used to it

Let this rot turn into monuments

In repetition is repetition worth repeating