Hear their words talk. talk. talk. right through me a sword-
Shut them down, turn it off, even these are fighting words.
Make a promise to breath and bypass a nurse,
fake a quick smile and shut the door on myself
Do these talkers, fighters, even want to be free?
Will I forever resent their indifferent reprieve?
Watching them navigate through listless denial-
Brag about charges for armed robbery and assault
Now I’m calming the nagging subconscious dent
-in my head where it’s darker than if I were dead
If I can’t find grateful in the thoughts that I keep…
I will shake off the shivers that keep me from sleep