Liquid air,
like tar pouring into my stomach,
branding the walls,
stilling the heart.
The tar floods your body.
The more there, the faster it pours in.
eventually it reaches your brain,
and stills that too.
The tar makes you numb.
It fills in the empty spaces,
it makes everything in you feel alone.
Your heart can’t see your brain,
your brain can’t find your stomach,
your response can’t find your body,
and your words can’t find your mouth.
What’s the point of fueling a broken body.
Why would you feed a lonely heart.
Just let the sludge fill you,
and you wont feel a thing.