I am torn in between my tears, an infinite raggedy edge, that catches the dirt, that catches you

My eyes refuse to see the blurry lines they take me in, I kill my muse and fight you for a chair

The goddess winks my rage, you shut the door to avoid the wind, I call you all around you call me ingenuine.

I sing your name upon my tongue, you cast me as a spell, you spell me out just so you can box me in.

You spell me out to box me in you spell me out to box me in.

Half of what I dream would not be safe inside your mouth, swallow the table manners and apologise for the cough

My instruments don’t work and you expect post postmortems, turning them off and on in your soldier’s uniforms.

I cut my words out of the air, replace them with ones to keep me safe and warm through the interrogation

The faeries stop their dance mid-air and quickly dart away. I want you as yourself or not at all they say.

You spell me out to box me in you spell me out to box me in

You made me a paper jail, I made it into a paper maze with a Minotaur to hide secrets from the clocks.

I spent my whole life screaming songs at those who already had turned their backs, don’t think I’ll take exception to your own