the night is nigh
my eye can see...

some days,
the skies are dark and cold...

I’m stuck in a circle
circling ‘round and ‘round...

“There’s something in the shadows
a light so dim i see...

That’s it.
My body is my prison...

Oh gosh
I regret regretting what I always regret...

Oh life…
Oh well...

it is like it is
rules will be rules...

I write and write
to write what I wish to write...

a drink on the brink of falling,
oh falling...

an apple and an Apricot
appear afore an ape...

I wish to draw a line,
not one that divides...