I haven't slept since September
Savoring a dream that I can no longer remember
Because the crows have picked me all but clean
Chipped away at flesh and bone
I'm naked and unseen
I think we're better off this way
Bare and cold and broken
The rains have fallen and then frozen
There's no smoke in the walkway
Just a ghost in the ashtray
Of a fading little ember
And the fleeting memory
Of the dream I had last September.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 12:59 AM UTC
I haven't slept since September
Savoring a dream that I can no longer remember
Because the crows have picked me all but clean
Chipped away at flesh and bone
I'm naked and unseen
I think we're better off this way
Bare and cold and broken
The rains have fallen and then frozen
There's no smoke in the walkway
Just a ghost in the ashtray
Of a fading little ember
And the fleeting memory
Of the dream I had last September.
