Mo(u)rning
Everything seems so surreal
Nothing’s truly real
Life lived through a sweet cream daze
A stinging haze
Filled with hail
(how many times I wail)
looking up from the bottom of a wine glass
filled with water
(filled with blood)
there’s no reason to run
an apathetic in the flood
(a body in the mud)
sweet lingering dreams
of wakefulness
tickle the brain
am I insane?
(am I in pain?)
this calm cool
controlled madness
is all that is left to
shelter an innocent from the world
(shelter the world from an innocent)
this slow steady
itching inside the eyes
a feral soul to excise
long dead religions to rise
(a new life there/in lies)
bullets of sunlight pierce the clouds
slabs of lead in the sky
filled with fire
burning fright
a solemn morning
a listful light
(a fearful flight?)