Fear got in my bones - twisted me inside,
Fear of the known
And the seen,
Of the routine.
Opened the window, smoked the night in the sky,
Stated the calmness, wished it was mine,
Thought
"I can do it",
Use the light as a crane.
When I left the pane, my lungs withered... again.
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 4:08 PM UTC
Fear got in my bones - twisted me inside,
Fear of the known
And the seen,
Of the routine.
Opened the window, smoked the night in the sky,
Stated the calmness, wished it was mine,
Thought
"I can do it",
Use the light as a crane.
When I left the pane, my lungs withered... again.