I miss you in the morning,
when all I have left is...
Writing, the only thing I turn to when times get...
But what am I supposed to do...
"Miles of smoke fill the air
Bones and blood is my path...
I'm a joke upon the flicker
of city lights...
You come and ask me
what difference does it make...
I remember when the sound of my keyboard tapping
meant I was writing about love and friendship...
Please hold while I choke on your words,
absorbed like cheap liquor...
You win; I cannot handle it anymore, does that...
All determination and willpower to keep fighting...
If I'm sleeping then I'm dreaming,
Keeping my mind clear with even breathing...
Promised
I'd hold you...
Another gun shot,
Dead body on the pavement...
Amidst a summoned
sigh, she cries...