Those words
Are just a part
Of the pieces to
This wilting tower,
My crumbling crows nest
Built of the cracked legos that
I stepped on, again, late last night,
While stumbling to the bathroom,
Only guided by the lightning
From the angry sky outside
The window, trying to get
In and drench me to my
Core, chill me to my brittle
Bones, that are bruised
Enough, get out of
My head, just
Let me
Sleep
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 1:56 PM UTC
Those words
Are just a part
Of the pieces to
This wilting tower,
My crumbling crows nest
Built of the cracked legos that
I stepped on, again, late last night,
While stumbling to the bathroom,
Only guided by the lightning
From the angry sky outside
The window, trying to get
In and drench me to my
Core, chill me to my brittle
Bones, that are bruised
Enough, get out of
My head, just
Let me
Sleep
