Saturday, December 7, 2013

I'm wasted, losing time

I'm a foolish, fragile spine

I want all that is not mine 
I want him but we're not right 

In the darkness I will meet my creators 

And they will all agree, that I'm a suffocator 

I should go now quietly 

For my bones have found a place
To lie down and sleep 
Where all my layers can become reeds 
All my limbs can become trees 
All my children can become me 
What a mess I leave 
To follow 

In the darkness I will meet my creators

They will all agree, I'm a suffocator


Oh no
I'm sorry if I smothered you 
I sometimes wish I'd stayed inside
My mother
Never to come out

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