Tell me numbers
mixed with riddles...
my head became buried-
knee-deep in final demands...
Band on table, glistening offers hope,
eyes cannot register any promise...
I always had a sweet tooth,
even at 19 years old...
Bleeding hearts and hollow eyes
Splintered souls and stifled cries...
Don't come at me with your cheerful
My wretched has settled in...
Things can't be explained in the dark
when these old eyes sting from crying...
i creep around my paranoia
to avoid becoming captive...
My depression suffocated me
day after first spring and our last snow...
I have given up on trying
There's no use anymore...
With time,
speaking becomes exhausting...
Azure noon skies over Swan Valley,
a pearly patched luster of cloud...