The night is swarthy and I've been thinking
about you lately, wondering if you're eating well...
I didn't pay attention to the jack-o'-lantern
or the gargoyles that you kept outside in May...
Ungrateful...
I'm bound to you...
The pavements I've been
chasing abandoned me in...
I abandoned my smile
ran away with the moon...
For the yawning dim night that wraps itself around...
if you believe that I'm a new moon glowing through...
I've given in to the habit of biting my nails,
found plenty of things to google...
Every time my black
words are penned...
Rusty and scarred,
a piece of history...
I repeat wild songs to
link each railway...
People always say that time heals all,
not really, not when you've put up a wall...
There are certain things in life
that I choose to bury, for they...