ill

don't punctuate the line
don't finish the rhyme
let them wonder what's next
let them wander in the lie

it's gonna come up
then the pill that's stuck;
lodged in the base of my throat
well that's just my luck

don't surround that one
leave its ends undone
it'll stand like a rebel:
most potent when alone

clammy; there is only ache
as you sit there for hours and make
all these pieces that seem so real
but you're about to break

rack your mind, search that head
unable to sleep, sit in bed
try to sound the way you want, but
it'd be most noble unsaid