oh murderous morning
razorsharp sunbeams
illuminating the dusted air
why would i want them made visible
these things that smother me?
birdcalls like sirens
wailing waxing waning
an endless cycle and the fire
is breathing the stale air.
shirt half off eyes half open
pounding visions to let fade
from behind the lids
we both knew i'd forget.
i always do.
Mar 25, 2010
Mar 25, 2010 at 11:18 AM UTC
oh murderous morning
razorsharp sunbeams
illuminating the dusted air
why would i want them made visible
these things that smother me?
birdcalls like sirens
wailing waxing waning
an endless cycle and the fire
is breathing the stale air.
shirt half off eyes half open
pounding visions to let fade
from behind the lids
we both knew i'd forget.
i always do.
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