Am I friend or foe?
It seems you don't quite know,
But I would like to before I go.

I feel too empty to be.
Half-formed thoughts seep out of me,
Draining the grains of individuality,
This last hour cowers slowly
To an end.

Sun skies up our night
Blue rise in our sight
Loneliness confessed
Happiness and blessed
In this floating world
As bliss comes unfurled
Freed from just me
We now will bleed
As one

I am too blessed by
I am possessed by
I am so bound by
I can sleep sound by
I can keep warm by
I am new born by

When you look at me
From across the aisle,
What do you see?
A quick smile,
A blank face,
Then empty space...
I see beauty, to a degree,
And makeup and... uncertainty?
But certainly, humanity.

Why does she sit like that?
So I can't ignore the fact...
Does she really want to bare
Herself to strangers' glare?

Why does he stare like that?
So I can't ignore the fact...
He should keep his eyes in place
And leave me my own space.

shrinking into crumpled clothes
grey overtaking black hair
wire frames competing with bones
twilight's journey must end here