Low white ceiling I’m sweating out the words I have been keeping Heavily breathing Forgetting names and fighting rides to Eden Does it mean I’ll disappear? Does it mean I’ll disappear? For some, inconvienient Grievances and hateful thoughts, they feed me Others? They visit They bring the joy, but whisper words of misery Causing me to disappear Hold on! Can’t you hear me? I’m knealing Just hoping for something, oh God! Is salvation still on the table? Low white ceiling I’m sweating out the words I have been keeping