There are ghosts behind my eyes
Longing to be alive
Words are caught somewhere in-between speaking And thinking
Breathing for a touch of life
To be living
I felt heaven in a pillow in a pill in a soft strand of hair in-between my fingertips
And the sounds that come in waves to caress the entirety of my existence
Spinning out and within me
a synthetic dream in blue ease
nothing more
now we are holding more than our hands could ever grasp
our lungs gasp, the wounds gape and bleed like
a skinned knee
and we’re still searching for the to be
oh and how many dreams I have dreamed
something to crave
void that starved apathy
before it consumes me
have you ever drowned in WE
ponder that over your morning coffee
and feel how cheap is this philosophy
never letting go I cling, cling
my hands raw shaking bleed
but it sustains me