This world is stuck in my throat

you claw away, devouring me inch by inch,
while pretending to care 

in every thought, I want
to eat the world whole

I scratched and scratched a hole into my body
the hole strangled time

[sound of loud procession]
In all this noise and shouting
I can hardly hear myself

[a broken bucket is hanging]
The matter that is hanging in the air
was beaten and tied up there

do I run a factory that
makes forgotten things?

with excess of waste thrown on me,
I got jammed like an open street-gutter

decoding signals,
I have become signal-like myself