I get this feeling dew drops in window panes its 5 am ,the cold is stinging me and my back feels a bit sore from the different weather life stings outside I lay motionless, half asleep I look at my furniture and my ceiling and I get this feeling
I looked at all my old things remembered holding them as a child and my stomach caves in moisture slides down my chin as I overlap the different colors on the wall with a half grin
I go somewhere in my head where I have never been sitting on top of the wall of berlin tearing to get to that thing that is so much deeper than under my skin I open my eyes slowly to get the perfect glance, whisper sin
Im a deluded dreamer trapped in the core of someone elses refuge its not mine
it was never mine
hollow filled with courses from my bloodline I leaned back as I adorned the crevice in your jawline defined and explicit irrational and sensitive from that I resign water moving down like wine into our skyline, Im overturned into your pshyco love mass incorporated to burn bridges and start a upheavel of immense love and rememberence of all your most beautiful things hidden in my cabin in the naked blue forest I have dripped down with my hands morphed into something bloodcurdling on a whirlwind with gracious hormones of anarachy built under all your comely bones