Tearing
Piece by piece
Swallow the hard pill
I fall low
Below the evergreen
I seem to
Situate myself
Suffocating sensation
In foreign place
Far enough from home
So enticing but broken
All alone
Below the evergreen
I seem to situate myself
I feel
Something
Rather nothing I mean something to you
Growing
Mould and soaking down the bottle
Cuttings all the seams for me
Swallow
The hard pill
Swallow
The hard pill