Barriers

The dead dug in,
their fingertips.
They're pulling me under,
pulling Me Under.

Possessed in a blur of repeat,
I find myself bending,
bending the question.
Is my heart lost?

The truth is,
I do feel sorry,
I feel sorry for you.

It speaks to me,
like nothing else does.
It feeds me.
When I'm starved.
Nothing but bones I crawl.

Nothing but bones I crawl.
I'm nothing but bones.

I see your barriers,
you'll see me tear them down.

The truth is,
I do feel sorry.
I feel sorry for you,
and I'll never
forget what this is for,
and I'll never,
end up like you.

I find myself in every breath,
in every breath

I'm the damned.
I'm the damned to be.
If I do not succeed.

The truth is,
I do feel sorry.
I feel sorry for you,
and I'll never
forget what this is for,
and I'll never,
end up like you.

I'll move my feet.
I'll let you hear,
how these steps speak,
each step speaks.