Swamp Thing Damn You
Word for word we can tear into
Ourselves
Scared to speak
All
My words fall short like a brick
To your chest
Lost again
Mind
Can't stop turning
I'm too
Scared to react
Thought this
Was the last time
Why am I
Still lying in all these
Traps?
How do I still know where
My heart is at?
Why am I still
Lost and given up?
Why can't I
Curl up and die?