There are butterflies
floating in my stomach
and living in my skin
except that they're
muddy
and jaded
and wet

The butterflies
are
moths
and
bats and spirits

A hazy grin on a foggy Tuesday
and I hope you
bleed
for being responsible for the scars
on someone else's skin

I craved the color,
a vintage film but now
I'm graying,
A faded stopwatch
stopped in time

"No" is never "yes"
because a body is a body
meant for soul
and a body is not yours to
control

The shadow of the night
Reveals, what daylight hides
Repressed for long
They find assurance in darkness
Somewhat dazzled by the sunlight
They take their time to adjust
Through the cobbled streets
Faltering for few steps
Somewhere in the night
It searches for the missing half
Hiding during the day
Working hard to make a living
Relentless scrutiny makes you cringe
Remember the night is not far away
Where you can find yourself

fake smiles
empty eyes
filling up
on tired lies
don't you see
i'm almost done?
trapped in sadness
i can't run