Talk Past Them

Cant remain but am know I have to but cant know I will but delay sleep in the right time to die spit my words like honey casually crawls down their senses muted slowed and automatic the next tragedy so predictable isnt that ugly or gross why it was me its how I know you its how I hate you so when do we crystallize eternalized in motion still and weathering forever stuck on a twig none the closer to snapping I know I should but cant I know I will never so I wont ever tell