Tsyhtema

Listen to yourself Do you hear that sound? That pounding noise beyond the paper thin walls? It will only take a second for us to stop breathing and just watch the buildings crashing like tidal waves on the shore I keep time with the screams against the curb I tried to run trapped in a cubicle-sized apartment— The lock clicks I hear the screams of the buried dead telling me to run before I become one of them Screaming until my nonexistent lungs shrivel because you don't listen to yourself Before I become the nightmare Be part of the earth woven with concrete Before I orchestrate the symphony of the dead that no one liste