in a desperate search for words i am given a chance to breathe it s the calm before the storm it s my reason for everything i m sharpening a pencil on my writers block to use when the words stop i ll cut loose the cords that cut into me to grow some thicker skin and shed insecurity from outside i hear the echo of those empty words i m setting fire to that place i ve built for my concerns i m not about to act surprised by actions when i m desperate if you fuck with a wounded animal you deserve to get bit