This moment is so perfect in its imperfectness.
There's a million mistakes whispering in my ear.
Muted voices carried in the warm breeze.
I can feel the gravity in the air.
reminds me of the night years ago.
The one that started this irony.
I can feel the sleep setting in.
My sober heartbeat echoing.
My blood beating in my veins.
And the savaged world beats me.
each story connects to mine.
In this breath-stealing heartache.
I know I'm not alone.
Its almost twilight
The street lights flash orange.
The malicious night
The pulse of my life;
This agony.
This dead end.
Echo.
