Discomfort
Sarah Émilie Deschamps, Ursule Marion
I can feel it through my skin
The cold, the emptiness
The walls are closing in
My head is buzzing with words
That don’t make sense
And I wish I could forget
Feel it tearing through my bones
Skeleton's not my own
Bring it to an end
I don’t think I can make it
If it gets worse again
I can taste it on your skin
The known, the bitterness
My heart is sinking in
The air is damp and foul
I cannot breathe
And I wish I could escape
