Heart flutters pinch a breath,
when a little fear grips a throat.
And baffled words, like bastard demons,
rejected from hell trip rapidly
down to the floor- where at least
there is something to hold on to.
At least the floor isn't moving
like the rest of you.

Hold me down where it is safe,
where there is something
steady, permanent and real.
Hold me down where I cant escape,
from you, from myself, from
the way it should feel.

The blood flow is audible.
A sound heard by a cannibal
or maybe just consumptive flesh.
Who is to say? While this heart
beats back the dead- new memories
of old ghosts change color.
This soul is on the run.

Hold me down where it is safe.
Where there is something
steady, permanent, and real.
Hold me down where I cant escape,
from you, from myself, from
the way it should feel.

From however it is supposed to feel.