| own my insomnia woke on the street, packed up neat, wrapped in blankets, trapped from sleep, in deep, crawling by, hazy tricycles, grime in grind, psychological crime, where slaughters bleed, broken in hurt, transitions on beauty and sunshine leaks, your eyes seek the day�s futility awake, a pattern in passion, mistake perfection for misdirection on interstate 485, i drive by follow�d where u lead, a dream section, stairways steam, concrete sheets, surround the ascent, unfound, the chase, footsteps sound, a leg in hold, broken not sold, i grab on to you, from below the soul, from below the skirt, from below the hurt, pulling u down, bruises unbound, dragging at your skin, begin to be told, not to care, rip u in pieces, not a dare, try to run, to crawl, to swear you have no cares, i challenge Lincoln Street, in my hallway echoing screams, escape no means, this is my bed, dreams shredding my head, unpreachable fate, over a bath tub the water rapes, your breath, from behind i enter your mind, like a night, like a dark, sleep, creeps to spread u like blood, like red, in the sea, knees scraped, tiles/internet trials break free to flood, the bathroom floor, drowning until you despise sore, more of what can be, fists reaching the final punch, strung you up, want to be hung, die for our sins strike the chin, porcelain grins, pink sinks to the bottom of the tub, Sodom and Christ, fight in you and me, rub my eyes and i am free, i realize me wrapped in the uncomfort of bed you own my insomnia, instead. |