I carried you with me All this time I held your hand with Weathered fingers All clammy skin And cool composure I carried you with me And last night When you sat on my chest Weighing down my breath again I imagined that you were an anchor But You are only as stable As my patience You are airy and insignificant I give you matter so you can breathe And you Give me purpose
Insanity ensues what to question, Nowhere reaching… Suicide screeching, Oppression lingering… Manic for hating you not to love, Nick knowing you never at least robbed, Isolated chances to at least love itself… Afterlife… nonexistent nor near… till gone.
I’ve always been a bad sleeper; In fact When I was a little girl And I’d finally had enough Of wrestling thoughts and sticky sheets, I’d tiptoe across quiet hallways With sleepless eyes To find solace in another couch or bed, As if heartbreak could be left behind Like tear drops on pillows.
Ah this familiar feeling is back No sleep insomnia is on the attack Laying 12 hours; eyes shut Praying for sleep But no luck Ive had all the prescriptions from the doc Yet im still awake around the clock I would do anything just to catch a wink Yet im still awake around the clock Just to think
i said you think you're invincible, mind is a machine you said, it does not need rest yet with all this labour you still reside in feeble fissured skin features lacking in outline the eyes that soak pleading excuses for delirium to do more labour of correcting what is faulty the machine does not function when it is faulty but you believe, you said, if it runs for longer it will fix the bugs somewhere between the night and the morning then i see it and i see you fretting down the wires gusting the leaking chip, i know you will hike the circuit again so i leave trails behind but you pick them back up, you said you are tired of cleaning up after me, i said i think you are just tired
I simmer in this silence My hands ache to write something But words dissolve into my surroundings Before reaching my fingertips I try to translate my dreams Into palatable conversations But I've lost them to anxious deciphering
Can you take this faded heartbeat, and pour it into the white noise, that puts you to sleep? As I lay here Held captive by a permanent dawn That rests under broken skies.