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They said the walls don't move
But I've seen them heave and groove
They said the mirror never lied
Yet it hums a truth I can't deride
Words split like marrow in my jaw
Dripping syllables I never saw
The ceiling croons its humming wires
Compose requiems for dying choirs
Who's talking through my borrowed breath?
Whose shadow writes the script of death?
If I close my eyes, the silence bleeds
If I open them, it plants new seeds
There's a garden where my thoughts decay
Roots entwined in disarray
Every petal hums of rust and ache
Every scent's a memory I can't remake
Static bursts confessions stammer:
"She's behind you"
"No, she's the hammer"
"Keep still, or they'll start to listen"
My fingers twitch the ink turns bone
Letters crawl and overgrown
Each phrase reshapes, devours the next
A prayer distorted, syntax vexed
They crawl when I am calm and still
They chant my thoughts against my will
Who's talking through my borrowed breath?
Whose pulse conducts this marionette?
If I breathe too loud, the lights ignite
If I don't, they feast on night
Between two screams, I find reprieve
A lull between the thoughts that cleave
Not peace not faith not holy truth
Just the hollow mercy of uncouth
Don't answer them
They map your mind
Erase your hand
You're out of time
WE ARE NOT ALONE
Maybe there was never anyone else
Maybe I was the whisper in myself
And the static
Wasn't noise it was the hymn
