tonight is a bad night
i think so, yes
if tonight was a good night, the walls wouldn’t whisper
remind me of a coarsely threaded blue-and-white duo
the soft lights hanging from above wouldn’t attack
blind me with a yellow too bright for what lies behind my pupils
the insides of my palms wouldn’t rip me apart
make me question if the lines carved on them truly belong to me
the wind wouldn’t claw at the window
beg me to let it pull my hair as my right foot dangles, cold and free
everything aches, everything screams
i only wanted silence
but She is trapped in the wooden planks my feet no longer know
how did this happen
how did this happen