Day: Nov 12, 2020

I’m so worried I can’t fall asleep, mind’s still scrambling through the shame.

Our house is slipping under ground, crushing those who spoke the name.

I’m too afraid once we collide, we’ll walk the line like a hurricane,

We’ll spin the necks and move the concrete, we’ll rein through heat and acid rain.

The books I read are burnt in places, it’s funny how mind lets things slide,

How I’d root for you through murder trials, even if it’s me who died.

And confessions never come that easy, I guess pretend is a parasite.

I’m so worried your face will be the last thing I see

Before my long gone form is washed away by a mourning tide.