1. I sail down amongst the boxes, alone, with just me and without me. Silhouettes cheer me, stamp me, judge me, but I grapple alone in a corner, living on prescribed air. The air aches of me, the 'me' I struggle to grasp and slip from. Escaping left me with tags of me….. It’s the tags that cost a lot, the tags which come with a price.
2. Smother, smudge, a red burst, spread, bulb out…..fight the smothering, more than the layers, the smell of a strict fight, squeezed corner. I branch out, hide, die, and come out when you turn your back. Fight me teen, the heats with me; I’m a part of your forehead destiny.
3. Shock smudged eyes; they saw it as smoky black make-up. Murmur, rumour
[ft]. Its sealed as you escape with me. Door vs. air, a thread with the dead.
[if u want to know what they actually are about to match with ur interpretations, read the first comment :) ]