my mind at midnight
im missing you @ 12:15 a.m. on 2003-01-29
Silence is so powerful
A strong, soft, manipulating wind
I am tempted to break it,
as my voice dances in my throat.
Unbearable silence beats at my chest,
the reflection of cheap candles pound at my breast
This quarter-past-midnight musk clouds my eyes
cheap candles, cheap interrogation, cheap roads, cheap lies
and I'm tired.
act to act
de jure fact.
and I don't feel like I'm living in this mess
and I don't feel right
I feel tired
as January fights
with next month
seventeen years anticipate
and I'm nothing more