Oneness, stillness…likeness, I’m safe among my own;
no more waiting or starving or searching
no more missing what’s gone.
Core…hollowed out like the belly of a tree;
no longer able or stable or memorable
no more of YOU inside of me.
Failure, nightmares – the pliable fabric of time;
Nobody has a grip quite as tight, quite so right
as yours when you choked the life away from mine.
Tired and weary – wired and teary;
tick-tick-tock, says the fucking clock
And I can’t see or think very clearly.