I feel like an alien in this human world.
the stars don't speak to strangers,
and I'm always searching for your face in crowded rooms.
the monster moves inside of me,
and I'm paralysed again,
solid and empty.
I can't tell if the air is frozen,
or if my lungs have forgotten I'm alive.
I'm moving backwards and forwards,
until I'm stuck at the beginning,
singing songs in my sleep,
waiting for silence.