Zenith
Michael Burgess
Suffocating
I am floating
Bloated and blue
Into the cold
The shell that carries me is rotting and it's my fault
I forgot how to care for myself or maybe I never knew
Too much at once
So fill my lungs
Like lead I sink to the silt
My dead instinct is fulfilled
I've bled distinct for the filth
How do I let air in that's been stolen from me
How do I reach the top that's been hiding from me
