It's a quiet night with crickets,
one of those nights where it's ok...
Outside there's a dusty rain
and inside only golden shadows...
Behind gaping mouths await secrets,
Embedded in molars: untold gestures...
A dreamless sleep.
Cold lonely nights...
The mind says go, but the heart says no,
The hands hold on, but the fingers let go...
I need you to put my broken heart at ease,
hold me close, and tightly squeeze...
If tomarrow never comes,
Will my past and future be zeroed out...
A simple dream,
can change my life...
As the tears fall down,
I think of you...
In this quiet corner,
I sit and wonder what it would be like...
Upon streets of dark decay
I walk among crowds...
Heavy,
cast solid in sleep...