Crawling

The Wrens

Compositor: The Wrens

out of bed my limbs are screaming
hit the floor I lose another line
crawling with the things I'm seeing
fix my bones they're coming after me
I never know but I take more than I can
tracking my veins lets me out again
tell the dead I'm cold and freezing
lie me down I'm ready for the push
drag me out I must be sinking
put me through before they shut me tight
I never learn
still I take more than I can
it tracks my veins as it lets me out again
and it takes me down again
and it takes me out again