The thickness of a sad existence

you are a teacher but you should have been a nurse
The thickness of this invention
you come upon a fantasy well ordered
you had an insight and beckoned

Then you reel me in like im some sort of marlin
your existance is the fishmarket
The knife and the frozen violence
Oh bring yourself to self pity

shoulders like these, just for tears
Just for worry
i feel the desperation
The race to consolidate it all

The thickness of your existence inside locked places
Dark and hostile my precious pretty one
Your parents expectations crushing down
The trapped existance making you a deviant of all things

shoulders like these grow to hold your head
Sadness splashing out of your skull
Appearances and colors dance for these
Then back to sadness sweet sweet void