Children can be Infantile, but so can You and I

All the rage goes on without the boundaries of your eyes
and yet the talk spreads out from your simple lips
when the time falls dripping like morning dew
our deepest secrets reveal themselves without shame

And I'll be happier knowing that we made it so
that we spoke the truth without lying to ourselves

The reasons hide themselves like footsteps in the sand
uncovering them is breaking down the walls and catching
the wind inside our lungs like plastic bags to choke with
and expose our corpses full of sin we didn't even know we had

And the secrets that I'm not even sure were real
and the slipping lies like rats in the smallest crevices

The light now hurts my eyes because i'm not used to it
talking out loud hurts my thoughts and my subtle brain
and yet I'm addicted to the sunny days and your cloudy face
a Greek urn in pieces being put together in front of me

and the water that you sip is the poison that killed me
I'll feel better I still think once we have faced this lack of sleep

The steps to take are too many though my feet don't fit
and it seems to grow steeper, my sleep is getting so much deeper
these regrets must die, I will stab them and end it tonight.