i just need to sleep on this head
full of forgotten strengths and ever-present sorrows
and hope that the stale morning will come
within the blink of an eye
and
like thick steam
my thoughts will dissipate into the cold, dry air
and become nothing but a homogeneous mixture
of nitrogen and oxygen
soon consumed
into my waiting lungs
too damaged by smoke
to know the difference between clean air
or anything else
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 11:40 PM UTC
i just need to sleep on this head
full of forgotten strengths and ever-present sorrows
and hope that the stale morning will come
within the blink of an eye
and
like thick steam
my thoughts will dissipate into the cold, dry air
and become nothing but a homogeneous mixture
of nitrogen and oxygen
soon consumed
into my waiting lungs
too damaged by smoke
to know the difference between clean air
or anything else
