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