Expose

a low grumble,

from the room on the corner

at the end of the hall

wailings and mumblings

he says oohh

he says nnoo

for while he slept, 

the roots cut into his chest,

the ones beneath his bed

empty memories flooded his breast

not supported by facts,

nor events,

still yet of eclipsing breadth

whispering of his crimes

burden'd guilt

burden'd guilt

those commit before this life

he wanted to do nothing more

but bury his body

to drill into depth

sockets pull behind lo skull

his throat will swallow itself,

exposing the flesh

exposing the flesh

i don't know

how we'll describe

the feeling itself

but you know,

you must know

the low grumbling cord

coiling round the bone

it'll make you moan,

moan