You have no idea what goes on in my mind:
thousands of flying insects,
buzzing,
biting at my brain,
spreading darkness,
and dots and dots and dots
of agony.
I'm spotted and I'm haunted
by sounds of the world below.
Madness turns me into pieces,
it eat me out alive,
it makes me bow my head down
on dirt,
and the dirt starts climbing up.

I miss the black hair that you hid under a wool cap,
Or the smoke that left your mouth
and replaced your words.
I miss your silences,
And the gaps I had to fill,
And the hour train ride I took,
Just so there’d be time to ****.

On my way to see you,
filling my body with wine,
and little yellow candies,
I miss the fact that you’d never say anything.

Broken and bruised
I sit and wait for you to arrive.
I wait for you to save me,
though you never do.
It should not be a surprise,
yet somehow I am shocked.
I sit and wait for you.

I am broken,
my pieces lay about the floor.
I try to collect them
but I am blind.
I wait for you to arrive,
to help me pick up the pieces,
but you never do.
Somehow, I am shocked.

I am bruised and torn,
by my own hands.
I wait for you to arrive,
sew my skin together,
kiss my bruises,
wipe my tears.

I wait for you,
but you never arrive.
Somehow,
I am not surprised.