Parietal

That which beats is a lie All that flows through is blood My foreign wounds are denied The hollow chamber a flood Both fill me with sustenance But emptying just the same This tiny organ beckons What in time would happen Eventually would claim me And call me to a higher place And i feel this mental apathetic arrogance As the walls close in I begin to deny That this body is drowned And what is there is alive I should have died then I should have died then Cover me Envelope me in this Cavity Hollowing Let nothing Pierce through and Empty