2 AM
It ran down my throat, creeping like a spiderweb
Ringing like death, reminding me of a hopeless dream
Of one where I was molested of my truth
And I cannot fathom your wings
They grasp at my eyes
Wringing my heart
Which was closed off
But now functions
For a bit
And soon I feel will it’s death warrant
And I cannot breathe
And I will die of heartbreak
She must know how my every beat is for her
And when my stars begin to diminish
I just look to her
For she shimmers like a thousand,
million stars.
And yet, I scarce to even breathe the eyes of october with you.
Will you ever call me the witching hour of night?
because you know i remember you in that light.
(5)
