Beyond the pale smile
of flowery nicety...
The dreams
Make them flee...
For all intended purpose
my life is almost over...
One in the same you stand together
hearts as cold as leather...
There is no comfort.
you look at the invisible sky but nothing is...
I find myself at times when life
takes me on her death road grind...
Where within awaits a whale
a splasher of water in the face...
If it's in a word, or if it's in a book
you can't get rid of the Babadook...
1:47
It is still too dark to be awake...
Weaving my way through littered alleyways
which separated the past and the future...
Mistress of the Moon
and there she is...
Sneaking behind closed doors
Anticipating for my return...