How I wish I was the cigarette
that brings you back down easy
pressed between your soft lips

How I wish I was the sheets
that keep you warm and safe at night
wrapped around your delicate frame

How I wish I was the guitar
that sings familiar to you each night
caressed by your gentle hands

How I wish I was the book
that spoke understanding to you across time
gazed upon intently by your longing eyes

I believe I was the poem
that you created in your sorrow
crumpled up and thrown away

...were you ashamed?

and when i smell you in my clothes
for days after
like the burn of black coffee
when my arms retrace yours
and when i taste you on my teeth
for days after
like the sour of nicotine
when my tongue retraces yours
and when i feel you on my skin
for days after
like the strumming of strings
when my fingertips retrace yours
and when i hear you in my ear
for days after
like the setting of the sun
when my words retrace yours
and when i see you in my dreams
for days after
like the ghost of memory
when my thoughts retrace yours

that is when i begin to worry
that i no longer worry

i want to sleep
deeply, soundly
curled up tightly
warm and peaceful
comfortable and quiet
wrapped up in sheets
of paper
covered with your words

I snuck into your room last night
You always leave the doors unlocked and those lights aren’t fooling anyone
The floorboards creaked with cloudy memories and I feared I’d wake you
But your mind was buried so deeply in darkness the sky could not stir you

I laid with you in silence last night
Your bones whimpered and rattled like the bitter cold wind against the windows
The ice must have certainly entered through those tiny cracks in the glass, in your shell
Crystals fell softly from the ceiling and landed upon your cheeks

I took myself away from you last night
Peeled back your eyelids gently and wiped out the cloudiness I’d left there
Soft cotton picked up the old traces left on your skin, your fingertips; under your nails
Your mouth I traced with honey and perfumes; I placed young crickets under your pillow

I left you last night
Though you walked me to the door and watched me drive away, you never once saw me
You must have been dreaming that I was merely visiting; a guest, unaware
Blind to the mirror you dressed yourself in, and adorned in the “all along”

You always were a light sleeper.

Your driver's license
says your eyes are brown, but I
know better than that

I've been looking for you
you were lost from me quite some time ago now
but I think I found you today
in that moment
after you've just stopped the water running
from the hottest shower you could tolerate
and your skin is bright red
and you pull back the curtain
to a room filled with steam
because you forgot to turn on the fan
and you've forgotten to set out a towel
and the cold of the air starts to settle in
and you glance over at the mirror
all fogged up
but you can see the traces of the past in it
(you see, mirrors don't easily forget)
and you can't make out your own reflection in it
(you see, mirrors don't easily forgive)
and you stand there exposed
as the brume floats all around you
and the haze begins to settle
ahh yes...there you are...
I've been looking for you.

Take back your records
I'm moving out west
need to fill up this hole in my chest
Take back these pictures
you left in my head
in my bed
but no copies to hold in my hands
as my memory alters
the state of what was
and what is
but honestly, I'd rather forget
and my height fell
too short
now you make me feel small
all
i'm left with are stories to tell

Take back the skin that you left in my clothes
'cause I don't want nobody to know
Take back the song that you sang in your sleep
'cause I don't think
that you even know what it means
and your heart is a piston
I'm pulleys and weights
you're an engine
and
I'm easily moved by your hands
but I ran this machine
for you
my dearest friend
in the end
I'll be with you in dreams

Take back your records
I'm moving out west
I was wrong
I was you all along

There’s a thing that opens up inside me -
“opens” might not be right -
like a jacket but there’s nothing within it;
it’s inside me, I’m in it.
There’s a button in the middle
that I push or pull or press or pluck
and it’s a button in two terms
and also a plug.
It pops right off, or away, or in,
and out pours all this black -
it pours out but also in,
and it’s also empty.
It’s warm and dark and damp
and cold and thick and wet and solid
and it fills me up
but also leaves me hollow.
It’s inky black and colorless
and rises like bread baking in an oven
and sinks like a stone in a river
and grows like a flower.
I see it spreading under my skin,
and feel a lump stick out in my throat
that makes an airy dripping noise
and pounds like hollow drums with heads of hide.
My heart pounds against my chest
and beats inward into itself
and races quietly and softly
in my neck and in my stomach.
And then the show is over
and I return to my body;
the black-out curtains drawn
and I wrap myself up tightly in the flittering snow.

I thought I heard a mirror rattling

Loose upon the wall

Shaking as you hurried past

Trembling in the dark

It’s not a metaphor

The pennies in your empty mug

It’s bad luck if you don’t clean up the shards

you are the moon
cold and distant
i cannot touch you
i cannot get close
but you shine in the darkness
illuminating these streets for me
and when i look up to you
and i do
i can see your shaded face looking back
aesthetic in asymmetry
through this two-paned glass
you are so beautiful
how i wish i could hold you
keep you safe in the palms of my hands
reach through the window and pluck you from the sky
lo, i watch you from down here
from afar
and i feel your gravity
i feel you pull me in
the waves crash over me
i feel the tide as it swells in my chest
and you steal away my breath

you are the moon
i watch you
your many phases
and i fear i am but one of them

Kiss me again and
I will breathe this time
Letting all of your
Life pour into
My soul and
Erase my own

will you leave me in the morning
with these scars run through my head
and the only thing I’m calling
is your name across my bed

but I wait
for you
I wait
forever it seems

will you hold me when I’m mourning
with your hands upon my chest
and your touch it leaves me shaking
when you lay me down to rest

but I come
to you
I come
to the endless sea

of lovers you’ve had before
and I’ll wait on the empty shore
I’ll stay with you forever
if you’d love me just tonight

lead me out of this fear
I’m alone though you’re near
I’ve been waiting all my life
will you love me tonight?

I saw you again today
You disappeared behind a train
Seems we just keep missing each other

You exist only where I cannot
and I where you won’t

I swear, I just missed you
So close I felt you breathing

Do you still see me when you look in the mirror?
I wonder what it’s like on your side
Nothing human left, just Being

I shout at the top of my lungs
Just to remind you I exist

You are made of the spaces between words.

Dear Morning,

      Please believe me, I know you're still shining...but it's me - I just can't see how I used to see at all. When I wake, the darkness holds me. He wraps his hands around my waist. He pulls me in. I shake but I know I cannot escape.

Just hold me closer
I will obey
My body dies but I'm awake
Forced to carry on
It's my mistake

      I know you will leave me, my love; you will break me, I know, you will never love me like you've loved before.

Just hold me closer
I will obey
My heart will die while I'm awake
Forced to carry on
It's my mistake

My dark bitter soul may command my tongue
To speak of the things that be not true.
But bitter souls and bitter hearts be young,
And lie of the torment that they go through.

As skies go black and life comes to an end
I realize the glow of stars in her eyes.
And, ye, tho' I shall have to alone fend,
I will miss the ways her eyes ne'er cried.

She protected me when monsters clawed deep,
And took every bullet that shot at me.
And painful secrets in the darkness creep,
And now they've come to have her cease to be.

I'll ne'er have this love for any other
Than she, the seraphim, called my mother.

oh i’ve cried a million tears for you
til i can’t breathe and my lips are turning blue
and now i sit here wondering what i’m supposed to do
cause i lost it all, i lost it all, but mostly i lost you

i cry myself to sleep each night in bed
cause i can’t get your face out of my head
i lay here singing to myself and wishing i were dead
cause i lost it all, i lost it all, but mostly my best friend

where do i go, cause you know i don’t know
how to be by myself
please tell me what went wrong, i don’t wanna write this song
i wasn’t ready for this

i know that you were never really mine
but i hoped that things would fall in place with time
and now i’m lying through my teeth each time i say i’m fine
cause i lost it all, i lost it all, but mostly lost my mind

i wish we could go back to how things were
and how it was when i felt like your girl
and how i thought back then that you could love me, i was sure
now i lost it all, i lost it all, but mostly my whole world

i’ll drink to your health, cause i can’t help myself
i don’t want no one else
i’ll wait for days that will never be, until the day you turn to me
but i’ll be happy if you’re well

i hope someday you realize that it’s true
how wonderful you are, the good you do
and if i never hold your hand again that’s okay too
but i loved it all, i loved it all, but mostly i loved you

it's more than distance
it's not the time between us
it's just that...nothing

If Insanity's doing something again and again
expecting different results every time
then lock me up, dear, for I'm afraid that I've been
insane all along, trying to make you mine

but I see now where the mistake was hidden
I've simply been out of my mind

I was young when first I fell in love with a close friend
My lips upon his icy neck did down mine shivers send
And, “Al,” I said, “I think I’ll hold you with me ‘til the end”

I was still in High School when I fell in love with Vic
His kisses tasted bitter and his presence made me sick
But it was just as well because he finished far too quick

In and out of consciousness and clarity I wept
But this time Mary my hand held and all my secrets kept
Her breath inside my lungs for the first time in months I slept

And I would think your kisses are the sweetest yet by far
Your poison leaves me shaking in the backseat of the car
I overdose on anecdotes while your lungs fill with tar

The antidote lies dormant in the strain of death you are

Open ceiling
Modern edge
Lost the TV
Two lights dead

Fires flicker
Sofa stained
Fingerprinted
Window pane

Booth or table
Shadow box
Fav'rite billboard
Down two blocks

Paint is peeling
Flashing sign
Free access code
Rush crowd time

Added sugar
Should have asked
Darkened corner
Fabric mask

Freezing, scalding
Stomach's sick
Head is spinning
Fog too thick

Cars on corner
Day to day
Repetition
Window pane

Lonely bookshelf
Business date
Recall Sunday
Here too late

Laptop keyboard
Garbage bag
College dropout
Tweet #hashtag

Only lonely
Ghost is near
Notes aplenty
Meet me here

if life’s a house of cards, each hand that she was dealt was too much or too little
and even when she changed the game the hands she played they broke her every time

she only wanted her child to succeed

someday she will be happy, someday she will go back
someday she’ll cut right down that scar and her heart will breathe again

if life’s a bowl of cherries well she broke her teeth when she would bite into them
the fruit was sour but the juice ran down her chin - we all thought it was blood

she only wanted to be loved like a queen

someday she will be thankful, someday she will come back
someday she’ll open up her head and her dreams will live again

~~

and if life’s a box of chocolates you know she prefers, well, any other candy
specifically valentine’s hearts because she likes to bite them down the center

she only wants it all

well life’s a game of russian roulette if she loads the gun you pull the trigger
the early bird will get the worm, the worm will get the fish hooked with one line

she’s different, different now

but someday she will be hopeful, someday she won’t look back
someday she’ll pack her bags, she’ll hit the road, we’ll meet again

once upon a time or two there lived a family
the mama and the daddy and their little girl Prairie
Prairie was a happy child, her smile big as the sea
and her eyes shone like two bright blue stars hung in the galaxy

Prairie was a girl in love like flowers with the bees
with the wind, and how he blew right through and swayed the canopy
she’d breathe him in and hold him in her chest until she’d wheeze
and just as soon as he was there he vanished easily

her eyes looked like two big gray stones, she shook alike the leaves
she felt him all around her but his face she could not see
she cried she cried “I love you so” into the empty breeze
and the only thing the wind brought back was dust to make her sneeze

a broken heart, her body was too weak to move, so she
around her wrists tied red balloons, lifted her off her feet
she watched the landscape fade away, the clouds they kissed her cheeks
and her tears they fell like raindrops down onto the empty street

she laughed and smiled although she cried so hard she could not speak
the wind stirred up and blew right through her like the canopy
she closed her eyes, apologized, her lungs refused to breathe
and the wind grew cold when he couldn’t hold her like she would with he

her mom and dad searched day and night looking for their sweet pea
but the wind had pushed her far away, like secrets kept too deep
they found her body safe and warm nestled between the trees
the animals had gathered ‘round, she smiled in endless sleep

once upon a time or two we all fall to our knees
but time has gone and will go on even so when we weep
but do not hold your heart of gold as black beneath the sheets
for the world is full of love for you my dear, if you believe

once you are gone
there will be no evidence that you were ever here at all
no photographs
no letters
no clothes left behind
the smell of your hair will not be on my pillow
your warmth will not resonate in my bed
I will find no hair of yours hidden among my sheets
and I will eventually find it hard to prove even to myself
that there was a time when you existed
and I ask myself
if you even do
now

I awoke into
A graveyard of bronze horses
The metalwork entwined with dead roots
Upon their backs were words I could not read
About lonely hands
And a plaque was set into the stone
That I could not remove
With dry leaves blown round my feet
I wondered how I'd returned

"That felt like forever,"
and I meant it
as the sound broke through the noise
of the Saturday morning experience
I was having
and enjoying

I caught your eyes
and you hid from my blurry face
behind the thin flesh
as the phosphenes flickered blue and red and yellow
like my father's old television
that clicked loudly when I'd turn the dial

I buried my burning face
In the soft fabric
that's been through the wash one too many times
and I smelled fresh ink
in the sensation of mallets
colliding with my temples

You wrapped all of you
around all of me
and I felt the crude, harsh lines of your figure
against the curves of my hatred
I held my breath
and released my soul

The building collapsed around us
and in the debris I found photographs
of a face I only vaguely remember
and that old broken heirloom
that I still keep around
even though I know it's not worth anything

But for that one second
when my body and spirit connected
and my consciousness slipped away as I fell into a new dissociation
I woke up and understood
that we were existing only for this
and it felt like forever

I am planting flowers in the blood-soaked battleground
I light the soil on fire and spread the ashes of the unlucky fruit
The elephant turns to me and gives me a hoot
He's telling me someone brought a clock into the garden!
I smile and breathe in the thick citrus air
"The ticking stops!" a tiny voice appears
"We haven't a care, we haven't a care"
She wears a hat for every occasion, and her hair grows out her ears and down across her nose
Her body floats in a fizzy sea far away from the place her mother was born
We cried so hard we laughed
Our faces like ice

You said it first; I mocked your words, and followed like a bird,
And of the joyous song we sang, all people once had heard.
To scarcely feel how hatred, remorse so wrong could be
The way the words just seemed to flow - a dying symphony.
So plainly seen as just another era in one's life
Was how it understood itself to daily free recite.
But deep within the casket and the depths of lovers' souls
Lies, dying with a vengeance, the truth from what is told.

They dream a dream unwaning, as to show how they are true,
But dreams are made for one alone and never meant for two.
But if a dreamer's mind breaks down the walls of prison bold,
A dream may seem what he hast seen, and time itself would fold.
Though rarely - oh, so rarely - as a snow in summer's peak,
Those walls they fall and crumble, for love has made them weak.
And as each ember slowly falls like tears from wretched eyes,
They feel the warmth of each one's soul - a love you can't deny.

Though life may tear the skin and hair, and often break the bone,
With dreamer's love, and dreamer's soul, you know you're never 'lone.
Yes, homes will burn, and fires too, but ungainly, once it's true,
The only things that will prevail are dreamers...lovers...fools.
No bonds can hold together, no bonds could surely break
The fire of one's own desire - alone the pain will take.
Hearts never forgive or die, they're endless like the time;
Though all this true, though I love you, I still can't make you mine.

I never liked the winter, it’s much too cold for me; but even summer’s sun can’t warm me now, and I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep.

My head and I are fighting again. You know I never win these arguments. Silhouettes on skin, so pale, I traced them with my lipstick and they fractured in reflections and rearview mirrors and spoiled milk.

Crumpled receipt paper, change in my sleeves, and holes. The moths came in and ate away so slowly. Light me on fire and I’ll run.

But don’t you follow me, my friend, into this darkness, cause it’s my time and you’re so young. I know you’ll make it. And if you ever need me, I’ll be there in your memory forever. Just think good things of me - I beg you, I beg you.

I can’t touch anything, my hands just go through. Stomach walls dampen the pulse, the tube pulled from my throat, fingertips smooth.

Throw your skeleton away. Remember me in shades of porcelain. Howl out, keening. Erase myself. I wish I could change.

Destroy, destroy. The light goes out, I held my breath, I’m gone for days, chemical shift. A final kiss? Now don’t you miss me. Opened out, I stitched you in.

But don’t you follow me my friend, into this darkness, cause it’s my time and you’re so young. I know you’ll make it. But if you ever need me I’ll be there in your consciousness forever. Just think good things of me - I beg you, I beg you.

There once was a boy who felt hollow
The hole inside him grew and swallowed
He filled it with flowers
For hours and hours
But still, deep in pain he would wallow

There once was a boy who felt empty
His troubles he thought no one else'd see
Locked away he'd cry
Til the day that he died
And never saw, next to him there, me

There once was a boy who felt alone
He wore himself right down to the bone
I did all I could
Loved him more than I should
If only, if only he'd known

A blade spun ‘round your finger marks my neck
Her mouth is swollen and flowering
Juice drips down my fingers digging out the meaty fruit
The air citrine

Your eyes are greener than the summer we spent driving every waterfall straight into the ground
Crashing with the frozen rock we stirred in melting mirrors
Did we actually find the time?

The whiskey was strong but your fingers broke
Every string leading back to wire
No soft fraying, no dye, no red attachment underground
The lyrics lied and you blamed my gait

My stomach bursts in my dreams now
Her teeth are spread out between a hanging tongue
And I’ve only just learned my name

in a fit of rage
i slammed the door
and shook the earth so hard
the stars fell from the sky

amongst their jagged edges
i found your body

you’ve been asleep for far too long

Well, I'm the real thing, baby
I'm the talk of the town
and I'm the one that you taste
when her tongue's in your mouth
and I'm the dirt on your hands
that will never come clean
I'm the bleach that you drink
I'm the stains on your sheets

Well, I'm the blisters screaming
every time that you touch
and I'm the ache that keeps you up at night
the sick you stomach
caught in your throat, you can smell me
I'm the plaque on your teeth
you know there's something in the way you gag
that says you love me

And I'm your bedbugs, baby
I'm that itch that you scratch
you get me caught under your fingernails
I spread to your mask
I'm your disease now, sugar
sickly sweet on your breath
so sweat me out
I'm the fever that you'll never forget

Well, I'm the real thing, baby
I'm that crutch that you lust
and I'm the limp and the cramp
when you're trying to run
I'm your infection, honey
your point-oh-eight percent
you see, I go down easy
and you won't feel regret

And I'm your fleas now, sugar
crawling under your skin
you watch me hatch, I'm starving
baby, feed me again
I'm the body writhing
in antibiotic
swallow me whole, my darling
take it slow, I'll act quick

I'm the rash on your skin
I'm the dust in your eye
I'm the hole in the ground
you tried to crawl back inside
I'm the womb, I'm the host
a parasite with a twist
I'm the maggots crawling in the wound you cut
I'm the stitch

And I'm the ashes burning
on the soles of your feet
I'm the sliver stuck under your skin
you tried to lick clean
I'm the scars on your back
the needle mark on your vein
I'm every thought you'll ever have
I hope you'll have me again

'Cause I'm your bedbugs, baby
I'm that itch that you scratch
I'm caught up underneath your fingernails
and under your mask
I'm your disease, you chose me
muttered under your breath
so sweat me out
I'm the fever that you'd love to forget

You downed that liquid courage like there was hope at the bottom of the bottle,
And each glass that lay strewn across the floor reminded me
That this house we tried to make our home was nothing more than a wooden box
Which would, at any moment, collapse and become a casket for two;
The final vessel and resting place of our love.

I filled with tears the remains of what gave you peace every day,
Hoping you would think you overlooked a carton and had some more indulgence to enjoy,
But you knew something was different about what was left after the first time through;
And you looked at me suspiciously from that day on,
Knowing full well that you had changed something in me, and I in you.

You spoke those words with the tongue of a snake, the sting of a scorpion;
Deep into the tissue that poison traversed and tainted -
A wound so deep that it bled out quick and left me feeling drained and dry
And hollow like the ground before death calls it home;
Reassuring in me that the ghosts that were haunting me were real.

I swam to shore alone that day, tired, sore and breathless,
But when I looked back across the horizon I couldn't tell where the sky met the Earth
For everything was a reflection of everything and everything was still;
Much like the heart inside this cage you rattled so hard it broke,
Tearing the bird from it's nest and hanging me out to dry.

i am thankful
for the breaking of hearts
and of bones
and of brittle hair
and of children's toys
and of  mother's fine china
and of vinyl
and of collectable vinyl
and of glasses
and of fingernails
and of trinkets
and of one-of-a-kinds
and of water mains
and of sewer lines
and of violin strings
and of twigs under your shoes
and of thin ice
and most of all, of mind

for if they did not break
then we would never know
that they were so unique and special
when they still were whole

when, in those few moments
we share each other’s presence
we steal each other’s time
your kiss it cuts me deeply
from my lips to my ears
down my neck
‘cross my chest
through my stomach
your fingertips peeling away
each layer
the fabric
of safe and fear
I am naked
and you leave me
open
and exposed
vulnerable for hours
while I drive home
stitching myself back together
praying that one day
you let me cut you open, too.

You are like a lightbulb
the kind that burns out slowly
bright white light that fills the room
daily yellowing
the dust in the air becomes more visible
as the words on the page darken
even my own hands change in your glow
and you begin to fade
flickering now and then
reminding me you still exist
and you are still trying to stay here
but I know you won’t last long
as you pulse from dark to darker
sometimes you do not shine at all
and I fear you have truly gone
but you manage a subtle gleam
and I sit under your warmth, waiting
for the day your filament burns away
and the connection can no longer be made
the spark is no longer enough
and I will remove you from where I once hung you
above my head, above my hands, placed among stars
but I will not throw you out
for you once lit my room
you showed me the brilliance of color
that had always existed around me, but I could not see
and you allowed me to see myself
in reflection
so I will keep you
wrapped in silk and cotton, in a box lined with velvet
in the back of the bottom drawer
hidden in the empty space there
where my heart once was.

if every time i thought of you
i only shed one tear
i'd have myself an ocean
swimming, wishing you were here

if every time i thought of you
one tear was all i shed
i'd have myself an ocean
drowning, wishing i were dead

• reflect any light that shines upon you
• chase after only the brightest star
• always keep the best parts of you hidden
• play with the ocean
• don't respond to hoots or wolf-whistles
• disappear completely at least once a month

Sometimes I wonder if you really think of me. You spend so much time in your own head I wonder if there is any room up there for some one like me, with all my insecurities. I’d spend all day inside your brain if you would let me.


Sometimes I wonder what you’re thinking when you laugh right out of nowhere - no relation to the present situation - and it’s usually a joke you have between you and yourself and no one else quite understands but I am trying.


     Sometimes I wonder who we are. Sometimes I wonder just how far you want to take me down  
     this path that we are making. And sometimes I wonder about not a thing at all; and other times I
     find myself trying my hardest to recall.


Sometimes I wonder if we’d be friends if we met when we were kids, both aging much more rapidly than all our friends. And by the time we grew up, crookedly, would you be sick and tired of me? We’d see the time each other started dying.


Sometimes I wonder what you dream when you’re asleep or if you have a fantasy world like I do but that’s my secret. And I wonder if someday you’ll store all your secrets inside me and I’ll hide them from this dark, depressing, dream ingesting world.


     Sometimes I wonder what we are. Right now I wonder if my car will make it to your house when
     it and I am shaking. Sometimes I wonder if someday I’ll be driving to our house; finally a place
     where we can maybe try to get some sleep.


Sometimes I wonder if you worry ‘bout things you say ‘round me. Do you feel stupid, do you feel crazy, do you think that you might scare me? Do I steal your breath away with each kiss like you do to me? Or am I mystifying, romanticizing this time?


Sometimes I wonder what you do when I’m not there or you’re not here, because you’re interesting, and I worry because I care. Sometimes I wonder ‘bout the spaces in-between your fingers where your soul begins and this world ends and I know my lips have been.


     Sometimes I wonder if we are. Sometimes I’m really ******* far away and I can’t say the
     meanings I am thinking. And sometimes you need your space and sometimes I need my space,
     too. We like alone but alone’s better when I’m with you.


     Sometimes I’m scared half to death. Just want to rest my spinning head upon your chest and
     listen softly to the rhythm and I hope you know I’m hopeful that things will be okay someday I
     hope you know that I mean every word I say.

I thought of all the things you do, the things that make me smile
and though the pain still beats inside, it helped me for awhile
I hope, for you, thing things I do stretch your lips ‘cross for miles

I thought of all the things you do, the things that make me swoon
and though my head is still a mess, it helped me through the gloom
I hope, for you, the things I do help you shine like the moon

I thought of all the things you do, the things that make me laugh
and though the tears well in my eyes, it helped me to relax
I hope, for you, the things I do make you feel not so bad

I thought of all the things you do, and hoped you that you thought back

a fear of songbirds

a microcosmic ringing

whispers in your sleep

caught in the fog of yesterday
trying to find meaning in anything I say
and when I fall apart it comes as no surprise
when you dissect the truth that's left between these lies

and you see me under the ice
barely alive but it feels nice
but you gave me this skin
and now I can't tell where you end and I begin

and you saved me but you still bring me down
you stole my face and wore it like a mask around this town
and you had me believing that I was real
but now I know that touch is something I can't feel

Like words lost,
really gone,
knew death,
sweet,
waiting