Give chance to healing
not to the wound, by being...
Before the stifling winds reach
the nape of my neck...
I never remember the nights
being this unbearably long...
A silent dance
behind the eyes...
I have homeless knots
hanging in my closet...
Even though I'm sure you'd disagree,
I feel we're headed back to square one...
and as the clock approaches
the last minutes of the night...
Are you gone?
Nah, I’m still here...
i don’t know, I wish I knew
but i don’t know...
A gadfly
Buzzes...
I have seen THE horror
of where the truth...
Was it always this way,
or just my oblivion was the sleigh...