Anomie from Exegesis by Time Bomb

When the world is nothing but dark clouds that hover cautiously over my head, I see the rain is coming. My dreams have fought the way I feel and taught me not to hear the humming. My brittle bones can’t help but creak and bang the ground with softened drumming. Now my skin is crawling free to seek a world free from this numbing.
It’s an idea that cycles through straight to the grave. It’s a straight shot. It’s a straight shot. It’s a straight shot to the man too tall for peering eyes. I stood on my own shoulders and found wilderness to brave. I’m without thought. I’m without thought. I’m without thought on how to stretch my limbs to hold so strong the falling skies.
The trees that grow over my body, turning me to branch and root, don’t allow me will to see the top of all the brutes. These giants staring down at me with eyes that do not blink or feel, drink the water at my feet and tell me I was never real.
I feel far below you. I’ve been laying low. I can hear your feet crunch the foliage around me, like creaking floorboards. I wish I could learn to not feel. I wish I could learn to not hurt.

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