Enclosed like a criminal behind bars

Always tend to leave nasty scars

After being pieced back together like a quilt

Fear of breaking everything that was built

Itching to escape my lips, slowly dripping like honey

Tighten them up even though it tastes so lovely

Closer and closer, right on the tip of my tongue

Like a bullet on its way out, shot from the barrel of the gun

Carefully pull you out like a Jenga piece

Like a delicate organ, a pulse increase

High speed, I slow it down, trying not to step ahead too fast

Fear, nerves, the dead hand of the past?