my chest is growing tighter.

cut out my tongue, it has become useless anyway,
i stayed up for hours talking, i could see the dawn break.
over the horizon my words flew, but they must've gotten lost on the way.
now i sit here writing, poems and songs about things that would never last
and things that i no longer want to last.
endurance has faded,
the mortar once laid, has now broke and split.
i can see light ahead, dancing with the thunder
and they're strafing to the right,
i am inclined to follow.
my chest is growing tighter.