10:30 11:47 12:56 1:12 2:38 3:23 a.m.

the screen is a burning light
That seeps through my eyes
with a flaming sensation

this little blue screen
has several hues
and each one will be the death of me

maybe one day i'll realize the source of my sadness is not my mind
it is just the little bird and the Kodak camera constantly calling my name