I've felt my tired bones like this before;
exhaustion bringing out my constant coughing.
The limits pushing squeezing on the doors
confused amidst the haze of always stopping.
The bed holds rich, the invitation fades
to lose myself in all the wildest dreams.
The same meets moonlight frightened in a shade,
the circles under pale eyes frightened green
and black and grey, my eyes are boldly done.
Like closed the venus fly trap slowly eats
the magic held in strong piano songs,
My head brisks desk, my heart is mourning beats.
I wake to find the morning air in heaps
A sigh to show that all my will I need.
