i don't know how to have described it but a suicide
i don't know how i would have sung it but i wish i died
i don't know how to pass along this heavy thing i hold
i don't know how to bleed except how i am told

i feel as though i could have passed,
indeed, i feel i ought
to fight for ignorance, but all i seem to have to fought
is for this piece of peace that my sub-conscience seems to me to gave bought -

1,
2,
3,
i thought that numbers could have changed the lot.