glass armour is what we're left with, no more tears my dear - gravity solves everything, theres no need for us to be here - we could as well take a leap, its easier to sink than lift - "less effort" is physicist hint, and as we melt our bodies conflate - we're in this together, and you thought you knew the meaning of hitting bottom, i hope sand sits pleasantly on your tongue get used to the taste, at least, we’re finally toghether.*
leave it as it is, overthinking dimms my senses, dazzled patterns makes me sick, dancing damages my skin, you look better when you're still
glass alloy works as lens - blend together, amalgamate.
sinking till choke choke on my presence stifle your voice calm my nerves.