army
after the initial barrage
i wished i had a space to invade
to collect my forces
mount a resistance
stop what was coming my way
somewhere
there's an army of feelings
waiting
planning their attack
i'm scared
in their movement is believing
here's a concrete ceiling
you won't ever
ever get past
now that a quietness echoes
maybe i'll call a retreat
there's no strategy for silence
i'm breaking up
i might even want a defeat