Forcing the words up my throat andnthrough my tonguenCausing thenprojection of loss and speeding ofnlungsnThe walls of regret sharenthe texture of shame x2nBringnto life what died in menTear thenflesh from the bones which don’tnbleed x2nAnd in this hate ofnwhich you talknThis I assure younis how I walknBut I’ve been knownnto fallnBreathing the air closento my kneesnRevealing those ashnfilled scaresnMaking them visiblento seennForcing the words up mynthroat and through myntonguenCausing the projection ofnloss and speeding of lungsnThenwalls of regret share the texturenof shamenAs the feeling ofnbreathing becomes chokingnThisnis the answer to the question ofnwhat you’ve been askingnI amnthe perfect enemynCan’t you see?nCome closernDon’t younrecognize me?nThe taste ofnbreathing has become the feelingnof chokingnOh Lord bring tonlife the dying sightnShow themnwhat I cannot write