I miss being myself

I miss being myself
over the last years
I walked away from the man
who stood up to fate
and even though all-seeing glass
mirrors the big lie
teeth are fixed
bills are paid
the wind of death blows through empty rooms of what’s left to evaporate
heavy

silent Sun

turns blind eye on familiar world
cascading skies
no human comes to stay
birds of pray flew away to better grounds
sweetest whispers of the past are now faint echoes and scars

many
many souls were knocked off the game
didn’t last to thrive

steady
steady

the infinite clock will chime its bells
wall up in the air will finally appear
tower over my dance
till I break my neck jumping it

heart is gone

dogs died

but it is all right
it is all right to rest
out of sight

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