holding it together, barely present
devoured by fishing bait
a porcelain hollow, finger painted
by a barren giant

living is a waste of time,
that is why i will spend eternity dead

Blink, hear it in her voice,
her chuckle, forever my hymn.
All-encompassing, be it her, not Him.
I open my eyes and rejoice.

if the wind blows only a whisper
is she weak?
or is she gentle?

Oh hands that have burned me
I fall to you trembling
burn me once more for I am in need
of a warm embrace

your ballad etched inside my eyelids,
i recite it in my dreams

parked cars, empty houses
empty of my worries but full of their own
yet come sundown, the light dims all the same

tell me
tell me all your tales and thoughts so that when we sit in silence it is not for the secrets we keep but the mind we share.