The blues seep through cracks as I rake the grass that is my thoughts
Dawn is coming and as the hour strikes my mind starts rushing through the channels in my brain, my thoughts can't be tamed so I cut the cause.

Duct tape the holes in my walls and shove the blue into jean pockets I'll eat it if possible. You will not come in!

Still the cool keeps coming. Dawn is coming and I can't stop it so I run. Out run it. Dark smothering lights and the white stays to fight but we know it looses.

The storm hasn't taken my left to right the sanity of mine. Don't ask me about the ride by dark I left before it was too late. At light I resurrected from sheets that are tangling needs.

So cover your eyes. Dawn will come to my demise, just to watch and cackle.