Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Red

My hands come up empty 
I'm searching every corner 
You whisper 
I can't hear you at all 

There's a hundred walls 
And a hundred reasons 
Rusted nails bruise time 
Inhabit dreams 
That we're there 

I am irritated 
I drink pills for water 
h20 eyes 
Form my words as I write 
As numb as I can breathe 
You aren't here tonight 

Are you listening ? 

I suppose you aren't 
Because there is no answer
I search for you 
In the hollows of empty cold dreams 
Once warm and inviting 

Now I'm left here 
Imagining