the woods

i don’t suppose you know what it feels like when the dishes pile up. when water leaves a crumbly feeling in your mouth and food is something that decorates the fridge, or your insides, occasionally. when sleep is more tiring than anything else.

in these woods it’s so dark and thick you can only scream to relieve the weight in your chest. it’s like nothing else, carving its way through your insides, tearing things loose and setting them free to float to the surface where they sit in your throat and bubble. it’s so dark all you feel is the bubbling and the carving away and it burns so badly you have to scream aloud. there’s no switch to flick, this by your own design. you have led yourself into this corner and sewn yourself in.

i don’t suppose you know what it feels like when the dishes pile up. when water leaves a crumbly feeling in your mouth and food is something that decorates the fridge, or your insides, occasionally. when sleep is more tiring than anything else.

in these woods it’s so dark and thick you can only scream to relieve the weight in your chest. it’s like nothing else, carving its way through your insides, tearing things loose and setting them free to float to the surface where they sit in your throat and bubble. it’s so dark all you feel is the bubbling and the carving away and it burns so badly you have to scream aloud. there’s no switch to flick, this by your own design. you have led yourself into this corner and sewn yourself in.

i don’t suppose you know what it feels like when the dishes pile up. when water leaves a crumbly feeling in your mouth and food is something that decorates the fridge, or your insides, occasionally. when sleep is more tiring than anything else.

in these woods it’s so dark and thick you can only scream to relieve the weight in your chest. it’s like nothing else, carving its way through your insides, tearing things loose and setting them free to float to the surface where they sit in your throat and bubble. it’s so dark all you feel is the bubbling and the carving away and it burns so badly you have to scream aloud. there’s no switch to flick, this by your own design. you have led yourself into this corner and sewn yourself in.

i don’t suppose you know what it feels like when the dishes pile up. when water leaves a crumbly feeling in your mouth and food is something that decorates the fridge, or your insides, occasionally. when sleep is more tiring than anything else.

in these woods it’s so dark and thick you can only scream to relieve the weight in your chest. it’s like nothing else, carving its way through your insides, tearing things loose and setting them free to float to the surface where they sit in your throat and bubble. it’s so dark all you feel is the bubbling and the carving away and it burns so badly you have to scream aloud. there’s no switch to flick, this by your own design. you have led yourself into this corner and sewn yourself in.

i don’t suppose you know what it feels like when the dishes pile up. when water leaves a crumbly feeling in your mouth and food is something that decorates the fridge, or your insides, occasionally. when sleep is more tiring than anything else.

in these woods it’s so dark and thick you can only scream to relieve the weight in your chest. it’s like nothing else, carving its way through your insides, tearing things loose and setting them free to float to the surface where they sit in your throat and bubble. it’s so dark all you feel is the bubbling and the carving away and it burns so badly you have to scream aloud. there’s no switch to flick, this by your own design. you have led yourself into this corner and sewn yourself in.