As I sit here tonight
lonely but happy
I realize
It's not alright
That my words
are molding
Its been years
since I've been able to return
to this brightness
this darkness
my words
were molding
Rotting like blue cheese
tasty although dead
sleeping like a baby
as peaceful as one too
they remained in my head
like live cultures in milk
just, never came out
I was molding
Its been long
but I've made a return
I'm no longer molding
I'm no longer molding
my words unsaid.
