søndag 5. februar 2012

what bambi feel


Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun

And the days blur into one


And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done




Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline


Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass


Was never much but we made the most


Welcome home




Ships are launching from my chest


Some have names but most do not


If you find one, please let me know what piece I've lost




Heal the scars from off my back


I don't need them anymore


You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars


I've come home




All my nightmares escaped my head


Bar the door, please don't let them in


You were never supposed to leave


Now my head's splitting at the seams


And I don't know if I can





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