These words have slipped again,
Stitch the lips of the one that murmurs them,
Cloud your vision,
Make everyone disappear,
There's still time to wake up,
Get out while you still can... Speak. (Get out, while you still, can)
This mud, is too thick to see through,
The stiches are coming out,
The wounds won't heal.
Is this embedded status permanent?
So, I'm fearing...
The worst is yet to come,
Days are getting shorter, (Shorter!)
Close your eyes for awhile,
Rest a little longer, (Longer!)