its a downer to pick up this silver spoon to dig up rather than bury

reactionary...
may i represent you to undress yourself
in this spine, we tread down the broke roads of vertebrae once again
you curl, but that's only been a nervous tick bothering you
i see how the seas kept you safe
how they, how they, bury the face of this girl
under miles of undertow, under yards of floods, beyond vision and imagination
fallen for me...
once again, this weight has been built on me
the portrait of conspiracy still restrains
artistry remains
one single kiss upon this carcass lips will help me follow you
see the path in which you have chosen to fall for me
once again, this weight has been built on me
even though she's dead, she keeps an eye on me
her azure blue stare keeps fixated on me, they wont budge
i can see the pain in which she endured
clearly the tears still pass even when she can't feel
but can't you speak when the grave is silent
once again, this weight has been built on me
once again she sings to me, her reactionary song of sorrow