Nastiez

Obedience, stronger than

Sorrow of Remains

Hope that never comes

Somehow must evaluate from a shrinking mass

Impulse, strobe inside

Neuron, of savage

That burns

Sensitivity

Dive into red room maze

Choking fast

Impulse, strobe inside

Neuron, of savage

Skinny fingers are so cold

Askew smile, near rose lips

Watching skin

Evaporating

Scalding breath on heart beating neck

Going down on a tiny back

Bad words spoken

Directly in the ear

Lungs squeezed by a too small chest

Face smashed on the wall

Big thing's lying near

And breathing, so fast that, it steals life from inside

Eyeballs going red, bloody fluids flooding the mouth

The nastiez you're trying to hide

Grow and burn