Call it onto me.
I find it amusing
Waiting out for them
Using my discretion
Find it hard to breath
I'm not even trying
Understand my place
Its not even open.
Listen for the sign
Of all that you've been missing
Caring for the young
Unfortunate and broken
Sliding through the sheets
Remembering what we've done
At the final stage
And all I have is washed out
I can see the bottom of the ocean
Sifting through the overgrown debris
Lifted lines from someones own description
Drifting in and out of open veins