building our cage
taking lifes dirt and mud and making the clay, collecting the straw and burrying ourselves within everyone elses flesh, pulling them closer to you, making a cage. Making my cage.
This toxic womb of lies and deceipt connecting to this inevitable world. They whisper to us and then We wisper to ourselves, slowly and quietly, unnoticed by our skin, but slowly seeping into our soul.
Are we really so numb?
Deaf, dumb, and blind, tripping on our own face, our own skin tangling our existence with this blind emotion.
Pulling you in, pulling you all in.
Give me an excuse to pull you in.
This toxic womb of lies and deceipt connecting to this inevitable world. They whisper to us and then We wisper to ourselves, slowly and quietly, unnoticed by our skin, but slowly seeping into our soul.
Are we really so numb?
Deaf, dumb, and blind, tripping on our own face, our own skin tangling our existence with this blind emotion.
Pulling you in, pulling you all in.
Give me an excuse to pull you in.