The Language of Injury

Clear the air I try to stay awakeSo i know what i missedSuspended inExhaustion that sleep can’t fixNights are getting longerBut light creeps through the cracksRemembering hearing everything i lackI lost my left hand to the rightEverything that was right left me againNothing you say moves meAlpha waves, a centuryYears and years of feeding yourDependance on vocabularyOnly when i’m sleepingDoes it sound like leaving?Exiting the one way inI know you find meaning inVerbalising the verbotenOnly when i’m sleepingDoes it sound like leaving?I made sound But what do you have to say now? Clear the air(Nothing you say moves me You’re not what you said you’d be)