Please Mr Sandman, come my way
before too dark the close of day...
Wine trickles down an hour glass,
coating a desert of run-on sentences...
Wonder
Why you affect me so much...
You say nothing's the same anymore,
but how could I forget...
You push and I give, then you take a bit more
It's never enough, your greed makes me sore...
Just when I thought
Under all these smiles are lies...
They said I was born as a teardrop
to evade your grasp...
You try to close the coffin
But the thing inside wants out...
Jotting thoughts of you and me
Under a pregnant moon...
I'm a tampered transformer on
post surge power lines...
Worried & lonesome,
dispirited I sit...
If the world encased me
within a mason jar...