The Mara Effect, Pt.3

I am a prisoner here weave the synthetic When wrapping up my wrists I don't truly Dream when you're near loosen aesthetics Remain asphyxiated on the paint peeling Back from the door now I can see you for What you are she drew the shape on the Floor now I can see the full spectrum how Can I feel existential dread, it's my fear I am Eternal hurt me with your mouth make me Settle down whispering the words on the Wind as they blow heartbeat in the nest, Pressure on my chest where did all the signs Of the dissonant go and when they tell me They pray for me and they lack a Certain empathy the enemy hits me so low so the Circles on the ground make me settle down Hurt me, give me something from nothing This is the lie that you come from meet me Down in the mud she is the mother and she Loves it when we all hurt each other proud that her children are weak I am a language that you have hidden in a syllable and now you're Refusing to speak I don't even cry anymore hurt me with your mouth Make me settle down whispering the words on the wind as they blow Heartbeat in the nest, Pressure on my chest where did all the signs of the dissonant go and When they tell me they pray for me and they lack a certain empathy The enemy hits me so low so the circles on the ground make me settle Down hurt me, give me something from nothing this is the lie that you Come from my skin crawls my chest Heaves punish me it's the effect of the mara