The Dead Flowers Reject

Feed this insect inside me Watch my time dripping off from the walls This silence and stillness Like a glove with the fingers withdrawn Sympathy leaves in the cold Look for an exit but they're closed Brief fabrication of what I know I'm hiding my sic

You see my fear looks like laughter That's why you never hear me scream And I'm learning to rule in my simian shoes Tradition has absorbed the sickest things (I know my fear looks like laughter) And they're grabbing with paws Somewhere I am not safe