when I sleep, I
hear sounds of crashing
and war
to the steady, beating
drum beneath my breast.
oh, the fear
you instill and the
outrage I feel
undo me.
whispers in
ash-covered bullets of sweat scream
nonsense.
thinking is death.
free me.
reach out.
our moments are painfully slow.
make up your
mind,
entangling me.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 10:26 PM UTC
when I sleep, I
hear sounds of crashing
and war
to the steady, beating
drum beneath my breast.
oh, the fear
you instill and the
outrage I feel
undo me.
whispers in
ash-covered bullets of sweat scream
nonsense.
thinking is death.
free me.
reach out.
our moments are painfully slow.
make up your
mind,
entangling me.
