sands through a sieve in my shape, with my name
sleeping fevered in my bed
tumbling inside out, choking
midnight daydreams to rest my weary head

reach out for that cooling glass of drink
fearful shaking, lifting anchors, creaking elbows
vignettes of nightmares left to rot and stink
permeating sickness smell, sweet and stale below

stiff as a board, light as a feather
begging for not to...

Read and leave comments (0)