It is not in idleness That I justify my reproachfulness That is where it is judged Scathed upon Laughed about Debated Still elating in my sorrowful bath I reproach Condensation lining the walls of my fragile heart It feels like cold glass Throbbing inside a marble cage Every beat In every way Close to shattering it's tiny pieces upon the cold linoleum That provides the floor To my aching gut It's in idleness That I may remain...
Fourth time writing you Getting darker now Living on roads Existing at home My second happy ending Stimulate Grey pain Tear Dreams of pure love Awaiting your arrival Writing on receipt paper Friday's spent walking Much closer now It seems Fear became our constant Breathe for me once more
