Ballerina dancer
winged little feet...

Big bright red balloons
tethered to the grass...

Sometimes, I kiss the stars good night,
but they never say they love me back...

You're out.
You died...

Beautifully, perfectly numb
your fingers are cold...

The rain hums against a thin glass window,
A sweet solitary sort of sound...

Beat beat
slow moving blood...

Resting
hidding in a cloud...

Is it possible to love
someone so far above...

Cold, blank eyes
stare straight ahead...

When did this clock start screaming?
When did these walls begin to bleed...

How i wish and pray
i could be...