Vessel

I'm dying

I'm dead

I'll go into the oven

I'll dive into the sea

I'll scream on your face, desperately

Of the sleep found in a coffin, the sleep found in the deep

Stop speaking

Stop moving

Stop breathing

This sensitivity is not a part of me

Stop asking me if I'm okay

Oh you feel souls, you say?

You feel auras, you claim?

Stop tilting your head and smiling

If your eyebrows are gonna frown

That's not a smile

And I'm not a vessel

For your good intentions

i appreciate you, i really do

but the second your curiosity dips into pity, this exchange is over

you have decided that you will mean well

you think i don't notice

you are beyond that, a higher power lending me a hand

but i see

and all the things you do then serve to pain me.