Seeing is believing
And I believe she would
Brown Indian-giver eyes
She stares
The pen slips from my lips
As I lean in for a taste
The smell is wild
And I can sense it bitter
My gums fill up with sweat
And fluid

She grabbed my hand and took me to the river
To meet me with the water
To bring me to the giver
He comes and he takes me away
Every night
When the sun creeps down behind the willows
He rises from the stream and lifts me off my feet
We float above the earth
Lock lips and giving birth
Mosses in the wood
Fallen trees mark the path back home
We arrive
Wasted and gone
Exhausted

I lay my head to rest
And she lets me go

Labels: dream, love, nightmare, random, writing

I am alone and sitting
The night is wild
And my wounds are still
Bleeding at my feet
Somebody help me

Wild night and treacherous day light
Up my life and send your sweet rays to my shoulder blades
Would it hurt too much to care
For just a second?
For just a little appreciation
Wake me if I am wrong
And put me to sleep if I wander
You are coaching my feet and stringing my pieces back together

Here I am slipping through the backyard
Creeping in the grasses

No more
No nothing

The rooftops in this town crumble to the earth
When each breath I take
All I breathe is dust
All I breathe is you
All I breathe is lust

And a hint of lavender

I am walking sleep
And I am waking dead
When the angels take my feet
And string me to the bed

Here it is
And here it all shall end
Everybody wait around
Everybody open up

Labels: alone, love, Lust, night, nightmare, writing

Labels: dream, nightmare, writing