I want all that is not mine

I'm wasted, losing time

I'm a foolish, fragile spine 

In the darkness I will meet my creators

And they will all agree that 

I'm a suffocator

I should go now quietly

For my bones have found a place

to lie and sleep

Where all my layers can become reeds

All my limbs can become trees 

All my childrens can become me

What a mess I leave

To follow

I'm sorry if i smothered you

I sometimes wish I'd stayed inside my mother

never to come out