words spoken
words unspoken
words to be spoken
and some should never
have been spoken

inhale them
exhale them
fake a smile
repeat

she takes the script
as if her life depends on it

in die vaargeul
vasgevang
verdrink
sy haar verdriet
vir ewig

ag,
almal bedoel goed,
maar ek is geseend
met die fokken vloek van voel

at the point of crazy where you start talking to the walls

silent fight:

distance
kills
a scream
that echoes
over oceans
into the skull
from me to you
to me
to nowhere

ek kokon
my in 'n
veiligheid
wat wegsluit
spin my
in 'n ruimte
waar my hart
weer rustig
pols
my hande
weer oopvou
en ontvang
my asem
ritme vind
en my gedagtegalge
stil