A question for an answer, cocked to the side;nnA transparent skew of the evidence.nnI mention only cancer, locked in your pride;nnIncoherent through all the sedatives.nnWe’re going so slow that were not moving anymore;nnEveryday we stop is another day that we lose ourselves.nnOur words have lost meaning; We’re dreaming of syntax that lasts.nnThis lack of silence leaves our hearts pressed to the floor;nnEverything is nothing and our dying is a secret to sell.nnAnd we’ll all stay the same until we alter the shadows that we cast.nnYour still face became normal to our safe design,nnBut I still wonder what hides behind those eyes.nnI’ll kill everything formal to be let inside,nnAnd I won’t ask you why the plastic never dies.n