currently playing: atlas drowned by gang of youths
exposed and vulnerable,
as i lay there
bare body, open wounds and mouth agape.
in denial, unsure who’s at fault
or whether there was even space for anyone to be blamed.
it has been settled, but i still lay there weak
as i think about how everything has been so bleak
how much more could i have done? how much have i already done?
i choose to still lay there,
my bare body, open wounds, and mouth agape.