It mixes memories into poison,
Morphs
Disingenuous people into coping mechanisms
Leaves you fighting the cold air for a warm breath
The house you live in liquifies in the silence
and you are on a driftwood boat
Fighting against something nobody wants to see
"Move on", replaces the "let me help you"
And I know that life is for the living but so is the mourning
When you have the chains of what people once were
holding you in their wake where do you go, but down?
