Say it again, both ways

That you are guilty, or hateful, or
Above everything, what is it






It so choked
Even for birds
But you are still the one, grasping
For air.

Guess it's taken

Not that thre was ever anything, actually given.

Keep screaming

You might actually now remember
Where you place
your loaded guns

Cuz honestly, nobody else know
Nor would anyone, know, like, actually.