i dont know

If I had to guess
Id call it intuition
In spite of inhibitions
Your twisted lullabies come quickly
Running like milk down my chin
And I’m drink drink
Drinking them in

Tales of condolences
Worded with eloquence
Phrased just so, like ginger root
And nonsense you know

Desert of doubt
Uprooting the unkept
Digging and digging
Dragging them up in pairs
Side by side soldiers
Together in graves