there is something peaceful in the grey
the clouds are heavy with emptinessthe weight of the planets lift
as they align.
the weight of you
shifts
as the door of my mind
slams shut behind you
i am boy harsher's rhythm.
there is chaos in this calm
the rain stands still on
hair that never dries
beds never made in rooms that
never breathe
there i lie with sciatica that never heals on these
broken meridians
this heart no longer breaks but
it still aches from time to time
from too many cigarettes and strange liquids that burn,
burn and burn.
sometimes i see where we all go in the end
and i like what i see
the mountains
the taste of sea and smell of ocean spray behind my song
the time i travel is not that far beyond
yet it is always the travel back to now
that takes another bite out of my soul
and time suddenly seems to run out
sometimes it feels like it could be just simply easier
to stay there
and let myself run out.
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