I am astounded by your heroes
not in the sense of glory...

If the sun would fall from sky,
I believe the moon would continue to shine...

Anticipated movements,
the beating of your heart...

Sometimes I dream I am nothing.
But then I am afraid I will wake...

Teetering on the just instant of being and being...
Right before falling into oblivion, arms flailing...

Fluttering as you gaze,
your head cocked to the side...

Oh the coldness
Gripping my throat...

It feels like I don't belong
I do not know how to explain this to you...

How can you just stand there
bear the weight of your own meaning...

You like the picture
That hangs on...

Cover my eyes
I don't want to see...

Put me to sleep
Doesn't matter...