It’s quiet. The sound of a faint clock ticking.
Dim dismal lights flow through my shut eye lids like a noise.
The clamor of the voices in my head won’t stop telling me to run, but I stay.
I stay to listen as the winds pull me to and fro. As if I should not, and could not
Watch myself. Pulling out of my body and seeing her lay still. I am addicted to it,
The long drag of a cigarette and a slow dance of his silhouette walking toward me.
It ain’t easy, but I still come willingly. The look in his eyes barely see me.
This piece of time is minuscule but it leaves me so so alone,
My empty frigid bed where I find that there is no one home.
For days and weeks it lays there, promising nothing. All’s I want to do
Is get away. Come and find me for you know know know, dear friend, where I stay.