falling. asleep. and into nothingness.

And you can feel them pressing your insides
inside,
against the walls,
and holding on so tight
they don't care.
They don't care, because they won't move anyways.
It's you they're moving.
It's you they're moving.
Slowly singing you to sleep.

A silent apathy where,
you don't care to push back against them,
pressing tightly...
very tightly.

A silent melody,
and a confused harmony.
The pitch is off,
The button's off,
And the little stitches you made,
To hold things together,
Decide to fall apart.
They just decided to fall apart.

Cradling you softly.
"Shh, Shh, Shh," they whisper.
They whisper,
They whisper,
They whisper.