I wish they would wake me
but they just poke
and pry
at my deteriorating conscious
Just as I wish you would wake me
from my voluntary sleep
and my shifting faith
The only thing that pulls me out of myself
that I have lost almost entirely
is one strangers words to another
It is over and I know it
but when will it end
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 9:27 AM UTC
I wish they would wake me
but they just poke
and pry
at my deteriorating conscious
Just as I wish you would wake me
from my voluntary sleep
and my shifting faith
The only thing that pulls me out of myself
that I have lost almost entirely
is one strangers words to another
It is over and I know it
but when will it end
