the hum of a fluorescent lamp
old, but
it still works

the creak of the bed
as I slide in

the whisper of a foreign room
and the breathing of a strange house
fill my ears

yellow light floods my vision
from the left
the wall, to the right
bears my shadow

I turn
try to catch a glimpse of me
but I am blurred
stretched
in this place
maybe
I am not myself.

I am one with the night
I have outwalked the last city light
upon the lonliest paved road

Hid from city faces
walking in shadows
dropped eyes, not knowing how to explain

I have stood at the edge of the furthest riverbank
crisp air escaping my parted scarlett lips
drowning in the song of the rushing water

Just to escape the inturrupted city
my only companion
the stars

I am one with the night

you are a shadow
wherever I go
there you are
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denuded of cover
she stands all alone
without a leaf
upon her timbered bones
above in sombre grey skies
an uncaring sun hides
winter's whipping wind
lashes her hide
there she shivers
for want of warm light
there she quivers
through the gelid days and nights
the bitter iciness
ever staying
with the freezing vetch
so cruelly parlaying
the end doth call
she dies
she dies
she dies
in winter's cold pall

Everyday feels like a constant s t r u g g l e
A little girl washed out in the w
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And everyday she tries to keep her head up
She gets pulled deeper to her grave
Her silent screams can't be heard
She is a slave of the sea
And maybe when she drowns
Everyone can see what is wrong with me.