debris...
Scabbed apart, the bloodstream finds
a friendly parasite to feed its mind.
Two broken ships of flooded seas,
The sky is filled with its disease.
Hydrated my own mistake,
Still half sick from the poisoned tea i drank.
Yesterday's pale face was too much to erase.
I wish it wasn't so hard to say,
"I'll learn to walk and smile again today,
And swallow the last of the blade
that's been cutting me away."
I stood and watched puddles gather rain,
I didn't realize I was being washed away.
Struggling so desperately,
I became one with the debris
I remember waking months ago...did i really wake four months ago?
A dream within a dream,
blue still isn't what it seemed to be...
