Talons and tracheas (The dangerous lives of Mythical deities)

Things said aloud versus things left unsaid. Tissue torn, feeling worn, trying not to disconnect. My heart and head alive and beating, my words sinking like a ton of stone. Something alive can still feel like it's died but these halls are no longer your home. Tear the words straight from my lips just to linger on like a dull bell's last note. You want me to choke. You want me to stutter. Do you want me to break down all crushed like velvet? Isn't life smooth? Are you sure you're OK? Have I been playing across your mind? I'm a late night rerun and a whole lot of numb. I'm things you'll never find. I'm dead dreams that never come.