Still in my pajamas,
The world is a rush...

I appreciate the
Melancholy...

Trotting-
If not footsteps...

When you are near me,
The sky starts to twist...

Like knife,
Like dagger...

From passive grey,
To a dimmer tone...

Nothing to give,
Nothing to lose...

Orbs of misery fall, Pitter-patter,
Caplets of gloom, intractable and obstinate...

Oh frightening lover
Typing taunts of affection...

This is
a poem...

I want your heart
A fork...

Remember me?
My eyes cry...