The sky thickens
and the stars pour through...

You rose up to
meet me...

Your memory feels like
fog with no lighthouse...

I wonder when
your parasitic nature...

Moon,
watch over me...

White tile
white room...

The wind whirls and grey
spirals twist my pupils...

I thought I was
safe...

Come sing me to sleep,
close my troubled eyes...

Eyes closed.
Let my hands...

Hey now boy, would you let me be yours?
would you stand up and dance...

Fluorescent lights are strewn
across the ceiling...