Come down.

When you realize you've been lying without meaning to,

That you were laying layers of styrofoam

you hoped would stand like brick.

You know your mountain's just a mound you made,

That your air's not thin, just heavy,

And pooling at your feet.

The only place to breathe's below - the sludge.

Was it better to be sick?

It's close,

you've known to know

This place you've come,

you're meant to go.

This is all, none of it meant

You've stayed in place,

And you're still spent.

Your crawling up was just to see,

the dirt that lines the best of me.

This comedown's more than tone.

Spine cuts T-Shirt, sobbing - prone.

See what's fallen, these failures grown, the smiles that sound

like cracking bone.

It was better then, to not have known.

It was better to be sick.

Deny it.