The silence of the morning work bells
contrasts the roar of the modified Black Marias...
Pain is a force to be reckoned
It tries to steal every piece...
A big day comes again
Once a year...
I tried to crash
through the looking glass...
It's
Covered in soap...
Not my favorite drink
But I do like the color...
The week between tinsel
and fireworks, where time is...
Flows into God, my incapacity
to overcome the inexorable density...
If there's a chance to try again
This time blocking out the pain...
I cast off my coat and my troubles at my door
My ambition seemed simpler in years before...
I drank from the bottle of your lies
Told myself that you'd always be here...
I didn't know
who I was...