Maybe I’ll never write again
My words will turn to ash
in my mouth
Ink will bleed
Rust and blood
This vintage pen will break

Is this all that I am
Rhythm and syllables
Confined by definition
Complying and lying
And hesitate questions

I got no use for a name anyways
And I’m always over complicating
the simplest of things

The moon is smiling
between telephone wires
Venus is crying
So I sleep alone
And over Gods eyes
I close the blinds

Now time begins to move
right through me
I’m trying to delegate time
But it’s catching up to me

The sun is rising
To empty street views
The Sirens are singing
Their calling for you

So lay your sins down
to rot in summer backyards
where the children go and play
Let them pick them up
Let them learn a few things