Grey clouds,

Crows chirping —

I think they’re mimicking my blackness,

I mean darkness.

Brown hands raised —

Don't shoot.

I-I can't sleep because

Of nightmares where

Blood soaks my boots.

I-I think I'm confused

But if I think too much about

It I loose control over what

I think of you —

I mean us — so close yet a couple

Miles away. Sometimes I

Get these manic spurts

Where time slips away,

And all seems like bliss —

You know that Disney movie

Shit, where forks become combs

And we can talk under water —

Muddy movements.

Damn it! The pressure makes my

Ears ring. Louder...and louder

I'm sick of all the noise,

I feel nauseous now,

I guess the vomit will fill the void.

Wait!

Where did we start again?

Oh yeah, sleepless nights caught

Up in some shit again.

I-I think it's stuck

The VHS is all tangled up again,

Home videos, clips of memories;

Fogged and muddled in a muck.