stained sheets
a breathless hell
i lie awake
words in my head
thoughts in bed
i slick my being
holding things
if i could only dream
i turn the light
half past midnight
wondering where we went wrong
if things were always half past gone
i trip in a loveless world
where people play in greed
and we’re for free
i slumber in the night
holding my body tight
restricting from tears
from the abuse that resides
i hurl
he eases
i fall
to pieces
pieces