thislackofselfcontrolifearisneverending

controlling,ican‘tseem

tofindmyselfagain

mywallsareclosingin

(withoutasenseofconfidenceandi‘mconvinced

thatit‘sjusttoomuchpressuretotake)

i‘vefeltthiswaybefore

soinsecure

difort,endlesslyhaspulleditselfuponme

distracting,reacting

againstmywillistandbesidemyownreflection

it‘shauntinghowican‘tseem...

tofindmyselfagain

mywallsareclosingin

(withoutasenseofconfidenceandi‘mconvinced

thatit‘sjusttoomuchpressuretotake)

i‘vefeltthiswaybefore

soinsecure

crawlinginmyskin

thesewoundstheywillnotheal

fearishowifall

confusing,confusingwhatisreal

there‘ssomethinginsidemethatpullsbeneaththesurface

consuming,confusingwhatisreal

thislackofselfcontrolifearisneverending

controlling,confusingwhatisreal

“皮肤下的骚动/那些伤口将永不愈合/害怕使我跌倒/困惑是我仅剩的真实……”

那样的旋律，反复敲击着我的耳膜。

我觉得红色液体都还蛮好喝的。