Nothing (The Rat)

break me into something worth it more then the heads of statues even if the trend reconciles itself I will still wake up wishing I didn't so maybe instead I'll choke on these anti-anxiety pills so I don't have to swallow the flavor of life floating away in your hands against his chest or my head against the bathroom floor but every morning is a clean slate and my back starts to break. my face starts to change. alignment of the way I act and the way I am, because in my mind it's an emptiness. multi-foliate. an abundance of layers buried out of necessity a laundry list of accomplishments stage the disease control the crisis sell your soul to words that mean nothing