I Woke again to a perpetual dream.
my hands shook with empathy snaked though these sheets,
like the nightmare still lay in this bed with me.
Stuck in slow motion the sun rises slow,
Close my eyes and wish it to go.
listen to the rain.
Forget the snow.
Summer winds pull at my soul,
my heart beats a steady strong rhythm.
The alarm tells me its 5am.
just another day to live again.
My body already stumbles though the motions,
like Ive prerecorded my life,
and choices.
is there really a reason i wake
every morning staring at the ceiling?
Wishing, waiting,
for this nightmare to leave me.
I'm breathing in the scent of kerosene.
This town is all lit up,
and no one can see.
Dressed to impress,
with a switchblade in your pocket,
You have fooled so many,
with that little silver locket.
It's just another heart displaced,
a second scene made of clay.
Bones are just for show, and your caving in.
Claiming to be so righteous,
you wear that collar like a noose.
