There's a salty ache in my ribcage
it radiates out through my muscles and bones...
I remember
like it was yesterday...
On my way to
the sad suburbs, where...
Sometimes it feels like my soul is a record...
Not some fancy state-of-the-art machinery...
When better days turn-in to better nights
I dare not dream for seldom they appear...
Hello, my name is Daniel,
and I'm infatuated with puzzles...
There are tombs with gloom traces
Of fear in the far sighted eyes...
Sometimes the fog of numbness lifts for a minute
And I find myself hard up against the grief...
I have given up so much time.
removing pieces of me...
Cry,
release me to the wind...
Sitting in the road
Watching the clouds coming in...
When did life become so slow
Despite these years I've naught to show...