The evening sky makes such a mess
when it bleeds all over me.
Down the hall, the doors are slamming.
I'll speak with the only lips I have.
I'll think about the only thing I can.
In my room, I'm waiting, waiting.
Am I gone yet? Am I, am I safe?
It's not going anywhere.
If it's funny,
then it's funny in the wrong way.
I wish that I was finally getting warm.
I wish that there was something
in my heart.
But in my head, the bells are ringing.
Silhouetted against dark hills, shadow
inside shadow, it's nearly perfect now.
The distance is more than
something we talk about.
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Nervous little rituals whose unsteady
hands tie my shoelaces together.
It's all or nothing except for this place.
It would be beautiful to sleep or to wake.
Anything but this furious twisting.
Am I gone yet? am I, am I safe?
It's not going anywhere.
If it's funny,
then it's funny in the wrong way.
I wish that I was finally getting warm.
I wish that there was something in my heart.
But in my head, the bells are ringing.
Say goodbye.
We're so close to it.
Useful information when you're in
the land of the lost.
Put on your dark coat and get on with it.
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