Muting

One of these houses is the same
One of these songs is the cane,
One of these rules in my brain
Looking to cement what’s mine...my mind
One of these days it will end
And all of these times that I pretend
Trying to care, to sew, to mend

The dreams inside me mute
Just whispers of the coming fail
My sail is limp, this boat
This liquid fucking bucket pail

Clouds of a blackened sun
Begun