noon

your words are contracts that bind you to this place
speak before you think
and meet

dis grace

who were you to promise me every thing?
who was i to believe?
who are we to hope
in, any thing?

for all that exists is here, now
and, every thing else
is but a dream
that i scream
that i scream
that i scream

do you hear me shout your name a cross the dark light night?
does your soul respond with my name?
i thought i hear it..
i thought i did.

it's the only way i could ever
be leave...




30 october